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The End of the Road
Well guys, this is it. This is going to be the last post I ever make on this account. You may have noticed that my big ‘Announcement!’ post is gone now, and that’s because the reboot isnt happening. Why? Because it’s become abundantly clear to me that I just don’t have the spark for RPing like I used to, and combine that with the fact that I’m now focusing my efforts on other things in life and looking forward to a new job... I just don’t have anything left to give, and it’s high time I admit it.
In short? I’m retiring from RP’ing.
I’ve deleted several of my side RP blogs, largely because I don’t wanna take up the space or risk someone getting into them and such. This one however will remain for sentimental value, and because I still really like a lot of the stuff I posted here over the years. Hopefully it’ll entertain you all as well, give you ideas for stuff.
It’s been a fun ride, but it’s time to end it. To all the partners I’ve had over the years, thank you for your time and for making my experiances here so wonderful and memorable. To those who might have had their hopes gotten up, I am sorry for doing so. I really did try, but in doing so, I just sort of realized that I just don’t have it in me anymore.
For the record, I’m not leaving tumblr. I’ll always be available at my mun-blog, if you wanna poke me for any reason (It’s mostly anti-Penders ranting and binge science fiction art). This is is just my big goodbye to roleplaying around here.
Goodbye everyone, and thanks for everything ^^
First the fox, now speculating about that accursed blue rat as well... I am torn between being endlessly amused that my brother's wretched offspring could show such proclivities and being utterly revolted at the idea that anyone from within my gene pool could demonstrate such. Congratulations, child, you've FINALLY succeeded in confounding your uncle.
“Since when is my love life any of your business. Although, if the shock is enough to make you keel over then It’s worth it. If it makes you feel any better I’m not remotely interested in Sonic in that way and did you really have to bring up that subject again. Sheesh ”
Doubtful he would criticize her no matter what. The Revealing of an old crush would never leave her be it seems.
“Guess once you and dearest Colin Jr passes on you can say our family might continue through hybrids. Then again in some alternates zone you did mate with a Mobian soooo…it already happened in some other zone”
She’s going to casually add that last part just to rustle some jimmies.
“Why, thank you my Abominable Wretch of an Uncle”
His talk of converting her was never a pleasant thing. Ugh, well at least she succeeded in getting his goat a little
“Assuming you can beat Sonic first and so far. You can’t do that”
While not having romantic feeling towards the hedgehog she had faith in him although admittedly she wishes Sonic would just end it already
“And yet for every little victory Sonic enjoys, he just can’t seem to stop me. I won’t deny he has managed to thwart my plans, and yet for all those times he has eluded me... none of it really seems to have mattered, has it?”
“Oh, did you think that bringing up the hedgehog would be enough to undo me completely? Send me into a frothing rage? You’ve made a rather severe miscalculation.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times that miserable hedgehog derails my projects and schemes. No matter how hard he and his allies try, at the end of the day Mobius is still under my control, and those territories not influenced by me shrink by inches with each new day. It doesn’t matter how many of my robots he destroys, or how many of my glorious war machines he leaves in ruin... the day will come when there will be nowhere he can run, nowhere he can hide, and no place to where he can escape from me. Even if he becomes the last living creature on Mobius, one way or the other I will see his end.”
“In fact, I *hope* he lasts that long. Just so I can savor him living with the fact that *he* lived, and everyone else who mattered died.”
First the fox, now speculating about that accursed blue rat as well... I am torn between being endlessly amused that my brother's wretched offspring could show such proclivities and being utterly revolted at the idea that anyone from within my gene pool could demonstrate such. Congratulations, child, you've FINALLY succeeded in confounding your uncle.
“Since when is my love life any of your business. Although, if the shock is enough to make you keel over then It’s worth it. If it makes you feel any better I’m not remotely interested in Sonic in that way and did you really have to bring up that subject again. Sheesh ”
Doubtful he would criticize her no matter what. The Revealing of an old crush would never leave her be it seems.
“Guess once you and dearest Colin Jr passes on you can say our family might continue through hybrids. Then again in some alternates zone you did mate with a Mobian soooo…it already happened in some other zone”
She’s going to casually add that last part just to rustle some jimmies.
"You miserable little-!”
“....”
“Hmf.”
“An obvious attempt to bait me. And I nearly gave into it entirely.”
“I commend you on that much, dearest, repulsive progeny of my loathesome sibling... savor that while it lasts. Speculate all you wish about the future of the bloodline. It matters little. The only future YOU have is as an organic battery for one of my factories, where your very soul will be ripped from your body and distilled into fuel for my machines.”
“Bambi”?
THAT is your real name?
How… endearing.
Why, I’d even go so far as to call it ‘adorable’. No wonder you choose to go by your poetic little alias.
“Bambi the Huntress”. Ha!
“I’LL USE YOUR HEAD AS A TETHERBALL, YOU DIRT EATING PIECE OF SLIME.”
“How cute. Threats. I might almost be worried.. were it not for the fact that I sincerely doubt you possess either the mechanical profciency to construct a functioning tetherball poll or the martial skill required to separate my head from my body. You are far out of your league, as per usual...”
“...”Bambi.”

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“Bambi”?
THAT is your real name?
How... endearing.
Why, I’d even go so far as to call it ‘adorable’. No wonder you choose to go by your poetic little alias.
“Bambi the Huntress”. Ha!
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Hmf... it’s been quiet here as of late.
TOO quiet.
What could those impudent little rats be up to, I wonder...?
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General Appearance.
Name: Doctor Ivo Robotnik (AKA Julian Kintobor, AKA “The Eggman”) Age: 52 Gender: Male Eye color: Red (Previously Grey-Blue) Hair color: Bald (Orange). Height: 6′5 feet. Scars: Robotnik’s body possesses comparatively few scars despite the numerous injuries he has accumulated over his life; thanks to his medical technology, only the worst injuries have left any kind of mark on his body, and these are all hidden under his uniform. The only prominent scar that he has visible is single long scar running down the back of his head, from the surgical incesion that was made in order to extra parasitic hornet larva from his skull. Burns: Much like the body scars, he appears to be unblemished due to his medical technology repairing most of his burns to the point of practically erasing them. The only significant burn mark he has is on the palm of his organic hand, hidden under his glove. Over weight: Horrifically so. Robotnik’s total weight is actually even greater than his appearance would suggest thanks to his various cybernetic implants (including numerous bionic organs and a bionic skeleton). Ironically, Robotnik’s girth is the result of a recessive glandular condition rather than excessive food consumption. Under weight: Not even vaguely.
Favourite…
Colour: "I’ve always had an affinity for the color red.” Movie: "Huojin: The Man of Steel. A somehat esoteric film, but one whose concepts and themes I have always felt a deep appreciation for... you might even call it one of my inspirations.” T.V Show: “My favorite television program in my younger days was Universalis: A Cosmic Journey, a specialized scientific program and documentary that had been created and hosted by Nate Morgan. At the time it was rather groundbreaking, though tragically it fell out of favor following my old mentor’s exile. Very informative. These days I have little time or inclination for such things. I suppose you could say my favorite ‘show’ is the security footage I keep of my torture sessions and executions. I do it to keep tabs on my technique, make sure I’m not getting rusty... that, and it’s all rather hilarious to watch, heh.” Food: "Feh. I disdain the very concept. I take nutrient pellets and nutrient gruels in order to maintaing the health of my remaining organic components, and only because of that.” Drink: "As with food, I only intake drink for the sake of my wretched flesh. I drink nutrient slurries and water to fuel my body. Anything else is unneccessary.” Video Game: "Don’t waste my time.” “Besides, no video game could give me the kind of joy that a good game of pinball does.” Place: "Where else? Robotropolis; the capitol of my empire, and the greatest testament to scientific achievement and progress on the face of Mobius!”
Have you…
Had sex: “Shamefully, yes.” Had sex in public: “HA. No.” Gotten pregnant: “Are you out of your mind?” Kissed a boy: “No.” Kissed a girl: “Yes.” Gotten tattoos: “Mercifully, no.” Gotten piercings: “Absolutely not.” Smoked or drank: “I had a fondness for peppermint schnaps when I was a younger man, but those days are long behind me.” Had a broken heart: “What heart?” “Many times. Too many times.” Been in love: “In weaker days long since passed, I allowed myself to succumb to this... feeling.” Needed surgery: “Many, many times. Thankfully, my maintenance pod handles the bulk of it, and the steady years of cybernetic enhancement have rendered me robust enough to make its use less and less necessary.” Stayed up for more than 24 hours: “Oooooh yes. When my mind is active, I can forget to sleep. I’ve spent countless sleepless nights in my lab, working to complete my latest vision of brilliance.”
Are you…
A virgin: “A redundant question given my earlier answer.” A cuddler: “Does breaking backs count? No? Ah. In that case no, not even remotely.” A kisser: “It’s almost as if you are trying to revolt me.” Scared easily: “Ha! Hardly.” Jealous easily: “What reason would I have to be jealous? I am the ruler of Mobius, a God wrought in flesh and steel. I envy no-one, and am envied by *all*.” Trustworthy: "Oh yes. Undoubtedly so. There has never been one as faithful as I... and the fact I said all that with a straight face and without so much as missing a beat of my artificial heart should make the answer even clearer.” Dominate: "I rule an entire planet. As they say on the street; ‘Nuff Said.” Submissive: *Riotous laughter ensues* In love: “As if.” Single: “And perfectly happy with that status.” In a relationship: “I would tell you to refer to the previous answer, but at this point I’m sincerely questioning that you possess even a remedial amount of ability to read.” Considered mean: "’Mean’? Who wrote this, Amy Rose? Hmf.. that WOULD explain the preoccupation with relationships and all details pertaining therein.”
Random questions.
Have you harmed yourself: "Never intentionally.” Thought of suicide: "Oh yes, but not for the reasons one might typically associate with the action. I have no desire to ‘end my misery’ or anything so melodramatic, but have logically considered the posibility that the need might arise... I have long since accepted that, should my lasting final defeat ever be upon me, or should anything else prevent me from destroying my enemies, that I will end my own life... and take all of Mobius down with me.” Attempted suicide: “No, I have not.” Killed someone: "Oh my dear, sweet, naive friend... I’ve killed entire *species*. ‘Someone’? Oh that is quaint, that is truly, truly adorable.” Wanted to kill someone: “Technically, everyone, or at least those who are too troublesome to roboticize. However, of all those who remain and continue to blight my perfect world by surviving and remaining organic, it is Sonic the Hedgehog whose demise I crave most, and oh, the death I have planned for him...!” Who did you kiss last: "It is official; this entire misbegotten questionnaire is a concoction of that infernal pink lunatic.” “The last person I kissed, the last person I would ever kiss again, was my wife.” Last text: “Technically, I am constantly texting messages to my machines or my legions. I never, however, do such things casually. Such frivolities are beneath my dignity.”
Drove a car: “Cars, planes, space craft, mechs, hover machines... I’ve done it all.” Have/had a job: "Lord and Master of Mobius.” Do drugs: "Bah! Such things are pathetic distractions meant for weak minds seeking an escape from their pitiful excuses for lives! I need no such things.”
Reporting In
Julie remained tense even after the Combots ceased their attack. There was truly no way to tell what Robotnik would do next, which was why so few had the guts to deal with him. Even she, as reckless as she was, recognised that caution was a requirement when approaching him. Although it was unlikely he would do away with Julie considering what a valuable asset she was, that was not to say he wouldn’t be tempted to later when she had ceased to be of use to him.
In fact, he would certainly dispose of her when she wasn’t of any more use to him, regardless of whether she appeased him or not. That had always been on her mind. The soldier knew Robotnik didn’t care for pleasantries, he was only interested in using them to promote his end goal. That was, thankfully, one of the only things they had in common.
The wait was just starting to unnerve her when Robotnik teleported them into his inner sanctum.
A shudder coursed through Julie. Being transported was unsettling enough, but being transported into the depths of Robotnik’s lair was downright eerie. This is creepy as shit, the echidna thought, clenching her hands into fists and trying to ease the churning within her stomach. She would be damned if she came off as nervous, especially in front of Espio. She listened to Robotnik speak, silent. It would not do well to interrupt him, particularly when they were seemingly in his good books.
“My legionnaires… what was it you wished to discuss, hm?”
Since it had been Julie’s idea to come here in the first place, she decided to speak up first. It did strike her as a little odd that Robotnik didn’t go ahead and ask them for a status report, but she supposed he had been watching them the entire time and knew what had been going on anyway.
“As you know, we’ve been stationed amongst the Chaotix for quite some time - a few years now, collecting information on your behalf. We’ve realised it’s been some time since we checked in, since we got any orders. Uh…”
“To be honest, Boss, we just wanna make sure that we’re on the same page. We haven’t received any orders for ages and we weren’t sure if you had sent us anything and it had been mixed up or not received by us, somehow. If you want us to keep stayin’ undercover, then we will, but - haven’t the Chaotix and co been a bit of a thorn in yer’ side lately?”
She glanced at Espio. “Didn’t you send him some info about their new plans?”
A sudden flashing light, followed by a peculiar tingling sensation, and then everything went dark. For a split second, Espio wondered if the Doctor had tricked them - trapped them in a cage or rendered them unconscious. For what reason, he did not know….
A moment later, however, the two rematerialised, and Espio was relieved to discover that he and Julie-Su were perfectly fine. Gathering himself and brushing away his trepidation (this was no time to let foolish emotions get in the way of doing his job) he swept a gaze around the area, learning what he could about their new surroundings.
They were in what appeared to be the control centre of Robotnik’s fortress - or perhaps some kind of surveillance room, evident by the array of computer screens which loomed ominously over the two, casting them in an uncomfortable glow. Suspended over a pit and connected by cables to equipment whose function Espio did not particular wish to know, the control seat slowly turned, revealing the Doctor himself. To Espio, Robotnik looked for all the world like some sort of sordid emperor of doom. Espio suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature of the place. He had to show respect for Robotnik, but he didn’t have to actually like the man…
Again placing his emotions aside and instead nodding his approval of Robotnik’s cover story - he supposed that made sense, given the circumstances - Espio remained silent as Julie-Su explained their presence. He saw no need to speak until his companion addressed him directly:
“Didn’t you send him some info about their new plans?”
“Indeed,” Espio replied. From his wristband, he retrieved his data storage device - a tiny thing, no larger than a child’s thumbnail - and held it up for Robotnik to see.
“This contains the most up-to-date data on relevant information concerning Angel Island, the location of the Master Emerald, defences employed by the Guardians to protect it, and activities of said Guardians and of the Chaotix. Use it as you will.” He wasn’t sure why he bothered to add that last part, given that Dr. Robotnik was probably planning to do so anyway.
“I concur with Julie-Su,” Espio added cautiously. “We have been on surveillance duty for an extended period of time. But if I may inquire, Doctor, to what end? I am sure…” he added, inclining his head once again in a deliberate gesture of respect. Espio did not want Robotnik to interpret his words as a verbal attack. “…that you certainly have a plan in mind. We are here now to assure you that we remain ready to put it into action as soon as you deem appropriate.” After all, Espio thought privately, the sooner they could get on and complete their mission, the sooner he could get back to the Shinobi caves, and be amongst his own people again.
Robotnik listened to their story carefully. Very carefully. This entire situation was almost impossible to consider, and yet with each new word and revelation the opportunities began more and more boundless. He congratulated himself on keeping his face impassive even as his excitement rose to almost delirious levels. It was almost too good to true. Not only were they convinced that they were his minions, and had been for years and years? They had information. Inside information on the Brotherhood, one of the greatest thorns in his side.
He eyed the data retrieval device with an almost palpable hunger, and to his credit he managed to keep himself from licking his lips. When Espio finished his story, he gave a wide grin down towards the both of them. “You are quite correct, Espio, there is indeed a plan. And you two have played your parts very neatly.... you have done well, my legionnaires. Where we go from here though is entirely dependent on the precise nature of what you have retrieved from me.”
It only took a slight mental command for the next set of actions to transpire. His mind reached out, and Cluck, hiding amidst the darkness above, responded swiftly. She dove downward, snatching the data device right out of Espio’s hand, dropping it into Robotnik’s own open palm before she took a new perch upon the great metallic throne, her gaze almost catlike as she beheld the two cyborgs. Raising his robotic arm, a small data-recepticle would reveal itself, and he wasted no time putting the data device inside. Once the panel on his arm closed, he lounged back for a moment as the data danced before his bionic eyes.
“Oh this is good... oh-ho yes...” he hissed out, his joy almost orgasmic as the contents of Espio’s spying device played out before his eyes. It was all here; information on the Guardians, data concerning the Chaotix and their tactics, the new defensive capabilities of Haven, and all the more important, schematics for the new security outlay surrounding the Master Emerald and it’s new location. He stood up suddenly, a wide and horrible grin on his face, his teeth almost illuminated in the dim light as his eyes blazed red with excitement.
He looked down at the Chameleon and Echidna. “You asked me to what end that you have maintained this infiltration? It is to this end. To this precise end. And you need not fear... the charade will come to an end. The next phase of the plan is to begin immediately. You two will be entrusted with the most important task of either of your lives,” he said with relish.
“We now know where the Master Emerald is. And you shall play a very important part in ensuring that it finds it’s way into worthier hands than that stagnant collective of dustbins on Angel Island.”
“You shall infiltrate the new security complex housing the Emerald. You will destroy its defenses. And you will secure the Emerald for *me*. We have waited long enough; Angel Island will fall TONIGHT!!!”
And even if it doesn’t, he thought to himself with malicious glee, the pain your little betrayel will inflict upon the guardian will make it all the easier to achieve that end.

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Do you prefer clever wordplay to deceive your victims, using eloquent finesse to say things in such a way to hide your true intentions, or do you prefer to outright lie, not caring to waste your mental capacity on them?
Hmm-hmm, a little from all three really, and it largely depends on whom I am dealing with. Though really, one of my greatest talents? The fact that I regularly deal with people who know me as a liar and manipulator, and who are well aware that I am either lying to them outright or witholding information towards my own ends... and I can *still* work them towards my will without them realizing it.
That’s when you know you have truly mastered the art of deception, when in the end it doesn’t matter how much or how little your mark knows about you; they’re going to wind up your pawn, whether they want to or not.
Damn I’m good.
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“Understood,” Sally said with a nod. “We will help you in your recovery however we can,” she said. “If you would be willing, we might be able to find a way to provide you with a bionic replacement for your leg. Your physiology was something of a mystery for us, and we had to call in the aid of a batonist to aid in healing you and modifying the medical nanites to properly aid in cellular regeneration.”
“No need,” Huntress said. “It’ll take a while, a couple of weeks possibly, but my leg will grow back.” She folded her arms and leaned back against the propped up bed post. “You know, I was sure everyone on this planet was already dead or robotized. How have you guys been avoiding that madman?”
Sally blinked at the revelation that Huntress could grow limbs, giving her an astounded look. “That’s incredible,” she said, before taking note of Huntress’ NEXT question.
Her expression and tone became grim. “By the skin of our teeth,” she said direly. “We’ve been able to hold out due to a combination of skill, determination, and simple dumb luck. There have been many times when Robotnik was on the brink of finalizing his conquest of this planet, but we’ve done our part time and again to thwart his ambitions. And we’re not alone; all over the world, those who are free of him fight his influence... it’s been slow going, and there have been many setbacks, but one day we WILL reclaim our world and be rid of him once and for all.”
Considering that you're something of a mayor and urban planner combined, I'd be curious to know who your architectural influences were, when you first drafted Mobotropolis as it would appear under your reign.
I am something a good deal greater than a mayor. As to what my influences were, they were simple enough really; how to re-organize the city to more efficiently transport materials and slaves, and how to reconfigure any existing structures so that they might be incorporated into industrial production. That’s the key word; industry.
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From Fini-Mun’s stream, I was lucky enough to go first, and this was the end result!
It’s my personal take on an Anti-Robotnik; Dr. Julian Kintobor of Moebius. I’m very pleased at how he came out, and hope you all enjoy him as well ^^

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The stream yielded very interesting discussions, and fellow participant ChaosCroc decided to create a more visual interpretation of said discusison ID
Courtesy of ChaosCroc ^^
More satam doodle with some big handed robotniks and Sals. :)