#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

danger-zcnes · 1 year

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❝ Si-Silver... ❞ his voice is trembling. Sonic can't move. He's in no position to look away, to look away from something so terrible. All he can do is keep watching and hope Silver will do the same... wait... that's not right... He can feel his thoughts running away from him as tears well in his eyes. All those people... did they really die... in such a horrible way? Why? Why did they... Was it his fault? ❝ Get out of here... pl-please... they'll get you too -- ! ❞ / dr au bc agony

- ✩ 「 @happyheroiism 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 This is... terrible.

They’ve never— They... Silver has NEVER seen something so horrific. Have they? Something so repulsive, Silver’s mouth already hinted with the threat of bile as their stomach churns thanks to the utter carnage displayed on the screen. So much blood. So much suffering. Screams claw at Silver’s ears, resting flat yet still managing to capture EVERYTHING. They feel as if they should have blood trickling down their head; from their ears, eyes, even their mouth. Everything at risk of interacting with the sick sight in front of them.

It isn’t until Silver feels a warm droplet fall from their chin that they realize they ARE bleeding from their mouth. Not even registering the pain— when had they bitten their tongue? —all they can feel is the taste... the warmth.... Sharp teeth stained a vibrant blue, unlike the scarlet streaked across the video, Silver’s chest heaves with labored breaths. Growing faster, more ragged, the longer Silver stands frozen in place. Feeling frozen in TIME. How long has this been playing? Surely it’s been hours by now... Maybe years. Lifetimes. Have they seen such destruction? Why does this sense of... emptiness— hopelessness, feel so familiar?

Not like what Silver had felt when they first woke-up by Hope’s Peak. Without memories. Without purpose. That had been frightening, but this... this is something MORE. This is an echo of a life forgotten. Of a far-off future, with almost no one left to fight for it... With no more suffering. Yet no more hope either. Nothing. Finally, peace. Finally a silence to drown out the screams. Finally- an ending. Or, it would have been, had Silver not still been there. Had they not traveled BACK. But now? Perhaps it didn’t even matter. Perhaps nothing ever does...

Silver had failed.

And they don’t even know it.

Had Silver’s memories been intact, they would have known what despair was being fed within them. What fuel was being TWISTED into this overwhelming, scorching fire. As it is, they don’t know where the source is. Only that it is strong. Agonizing. Amazing. Unlike any emotion Silver has ever felt. Not even the strongest of joys, the brightest of fantasies, the ever-growing yearning fondness in their chest for the male beside them... could hold a candle to the euphoria now shooting through them. It’s invigorating, this feeling of- LIFE within them.

When had it started? Why hadn’t Silver felt it before? Why had they been so... blind to it? To what was in front of them. The blood. it’s so bright. So beautiful. Why isn’t it like Silver’s? Why are they different from those around them? What else is different? What do they look like- inside? What does everyone else look like? When someone gets really, really, really close.

Wouldn’t it be fun to find out? Wouldn’t it be wonderfully, sickeningly, terribly FUN?

❝ But... Why would I want to leave? ❞ Silver breathes, wondering when they had started to laugh. A blood-stained smile, hollow yet SINCERE, stretched across their muzzle. Eyes are wide, tears streaking down from them. Transfixed upon the screen. Laughing... They’re laughing. It’s such a nice sound. It mixes so well with the crying on the screen. Sounds almost like a song... Silver would dare-say, it’s becoming their favorite song. ❝ Look at it— ❞ Silver breathes, barely able to speak past the manic elation slipping past their lips.

❝ Look at it. ❞ Silver repeats, more fervently, as if there’s any chance Sonic isn’t. ❝ It’s beautiful! It’s so beautiful! ❞ A joyous cry. An anguished cry.

Silver can’t tell if they’re laughing or crying any more.

Not that it matters.

It all feels the same... 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ; ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴘᴀɪɴ? ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Cerise 」#happyheroiism #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#silver and cerise tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜ (Dewey and Silver) - ✩ 「 @decanard 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 When the rip in time opened, Silver had felt as if their head was tearing into two as well. A sharp, ear-splitting ringing accosting them. Painful enough to make them fall to their knees with a cry, hands pressing against their ears as they bowed their head, like that would make the agony cease. Reality itself screaming in anguish, the merciless, clawed hands of fate had finally found their prey. A piece of a world far beyond this own, in time and distance, haphazardly thrown where it didn't belong. Who can say for sure why it chose NOW to reclaim Silver... As confounding as the time tornado that had whisked Dewey away, now it was the hedgehog's turn to be torn away from a world they had started to view as theirs.

No matter how delusional a view that was.

Swept up in the uncaring vortex, Silver had tried to fight against the current. Air pulling them towards the glowing break in reality like water swirling down a drain, Silver was no match for the unbending universe. Uncertain WHERE it was trying to take them— perhaps it was a way out of Dewey's world and back to their own broken one, but it could just as easily be throwing them somewhere new; only this time, they'd be ALONE and lost —a fear unlike any before grips Silver. A selfish, debilitating terror reflected in golden eyes as they gaze into bright blue.

In a perfect parallel of what had happened before, now Silver finds themself on the other end of the outstretched hand. Clinging desperately to Dewey's hold, body whipping in the wind as the duckling fights to keep Silver from being taken. Eyes welling with tears, Silver knows they can't blame it entirely on the stinging dust tainting the air, reminding them of home their world, ❝ D-Dewey... I– ... I don't want to go. ❞ Silver admits, words breaking through a thick voice. Blinking to try and clear their gaze, NEEDING to see the duckling, tears stream down a dirt-streaked face, ❝ I don't want to go! ❞ Crying out louder, voice cracks with a plea—

❝ Please don't let it take me! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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danger-zcnes · 1 year

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“SILVER!!!” Dewey can barely hear his own voice over the tornado that was trying to suck him in. The same kind of tornado that dropped him here years ago. He was holding on as tight as possible to a tree. He didn’t want to go! Not now! “HELP!!”

There was too much left to do with his boyfriend. He couldn’t leave him. He promised he’d find a way to help fix the world first. The grip gives way but he manages to grab another tree. “PLEASE!!”

- ✩ 「 @decanard 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 No. It’s happening. It’s actually happening…

Silver should be happy. They should be ELATED. This is what they had wanted since Dewey was first stranded on his broken world. Someone like Dewey, so bright and brilliant and blue, doesn’t belong in a place like this. Covered with the smell of death and ash, smoke filling one’s lungs with every breath. Silver can still recall how violently Dewey had coughed at first, his body rejecting the filthy air it was now forced to inhale. He doesn’t seem to struggle with it as much anymore. Which isn’t surprising since he’s had years to learn how to breathe here.

Years wasted here... Sometimes, Silver wonders how time works in other dimensions. If whoever Dewey had been ripped away from feel the weight of those years. Or maybe, barely any time has passed at all. Maybe when he returns, it’ll be to a life seemingly put on pause. A second chance at having a real one. A BETTER one. Silver can only hope so. Yet, that hope is tainted by selfish undertones. Silver wondering if they want time to wait on Dewey because then they can indulge in the others company without consequence.

Because then, them rushing to Dewey’s aid, isn’t a HORRIBLE thing to do.

After only a split-second of hesitation— Silver’s conscience screaming that this is what is meant to happen —Silver flies towards their boyfriend, Dewey’s cry still ringing in their ears over the cacophony of wind. Coughing violently, eyes watering and nose burning, Silver fights through the merciless winds. Whipping up smoke and ash around them, all they can do is struggle towards the sound of Dewey’s screams, barely able to see in front of their own nose. Already exhausted from trying to keep from getting sucked into the tornado themself— they can’t leave their home, can’t abandon its future —Silver claws at nearby wreckage, following a pattern of grab, let go, grab, let go, to slow their approach enough to CONTROL their movement.

It’s infuriating, feeling like they’re wasting time with each clutch at a crumbling building, but they can’t risk being swept up in the storm. ❝ I’M COMING! JUST HANG ON, DEWDROP! ❞ Silver shouts over the tornado’s screaming, nearly dragged into the swirling portal thanks to a slip of their hands. Grunting as they crash into a fallen building, Silver spits out some blood, not bothering to wipe it away as they carefully work their way to Dewey. Wincing at the aches accosting their body from the harsh impact, Silver blinks to try and clear their swimming vision. Seeing the unfocused form of their boyfriend, Silver reaches out a shaking hand.

And grabs on to Dewey’s.

Clinging to the building’s broken wall for dear life— But who’s? Theirs or Dewey’s? —Silver stares wide-eyed at the other male, bloodied hand squeezing Dewey’s so tightly it hurts. Tears falling down their face, Silver’s voice breaks, words forced through a throat scratched raw from airborn ash, ❝ I-I’ve got you... I’m not gonna let go. I promise, I won’t let you go.... ❞

Silver feels sick as soon as the words are out, but they can’t deny they mean them.

They don’t want to let Dewey go. They CAN’T. They...

Should they?

Maybe it would be better if they just— 「 ☆ 」

#(( * W E E P S * ))#(( tfw Silver has some doubts ... ))#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」#decanard #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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danger-zcnes · 1 year

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" Ano... " there's a hesitant murmur from the blue hedgehog as he averts his gaze from the other. He tentatively hands over a card to Silver, tied to a box of chocolates with a blue bow. " I'm... not too big on days like this, but... " / ✌️😔 have a non apeshit lad

- ✩ 「 @happyheroiism 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Silver honestly hadn’t expected anything today. From anyone, not even their best friend. No— Especially their best friend. Not that it didn’t seem in Sonic’s nature to be generous. But simply because today doesn’t feel like a day for simple generosities. Intended for something more, for people who are- MORE than Silver is. Sonic must have a million better options to bestow affection appreciation to... but instead he’s here. In front of them.

And Silver would be lying if they claimed to handle it with ANY amount of dignity.

Eyes wide and fur fluffing within a second of seeing the gifts in Sonic’s grasp, breath catches with a hitch that spurs heat straight to their face. Cheeks burning a bright shade of blue rather than expected red— anyone unfamiliar with Silver’s strange biology would likely have been taken aback —Silver can’t follow the other’s lead when Sonic averts his gaze; no matter how much Silver may want to. Stuck staring at the offered presents, it isn’t until a good few seconds has passed that Silver realizes how this shocked silence CAN’T be good for Sonic’s nerves.

Squeaking out what is meant to be a hasty apology, Silver quickly takes the gifts— yelping when they nearly slip from their frantic hands. Hugging the box close to their chest as they stop it from hitting the ground, a relieved sigh ironically loosening the tension in their body, Silver finally manages to speak through a sheepish smile, ❝ Th-Thanks! I uh— heh, I didn’t... expect anything today. ❞ Silver admits, the gratitude shining in their gaze far more vulnerable than even the open-hearted hedgehog would like. ❝ This is great. Really, I love it. I— ❞

Sincere words are abruptly cut off— probably for the best, Silver about to start rambling enthusiastically despite not having even opened anything —when it hits them that THEY hadn’t gotten anything for Sonic. They had considered it but in this case, the thought does NOT count. ❝ Um... I-I wanna give you something too. Just- give me a second, I’m sure I can— ❞ Looking around, as if the perfect present might materialize in front of them, Silver’s nervous search actually proves fruitful. Yellow hues focused upon a flower on the ground, concern gives way to triumph, Silver barely able to hold back an excited fist pump before having their gifts carefully floating beside them. They’ll need their hands free if they’re doing this right.

And they want to make sure this is RIGHT.

Waving their hands, markings glowing bright— cheeks follow suit in a softer way, thanks to their blush —and color enveloping them, the flower is plucked from the ground. Others follow suit, a colorful array of carefully cultivated plants brought in front of Silver. Hands moving as if weaving the air, they float and twist around each other, green stems intertwining. Slowly but surely, taking the shape of a flower crown... Lush and lovingly-crafted, not the most conventional of presents, but proudly placed atop Sonic’s head nonetheless.

❝ There. ❞ Silver says, card and chocolates returning to them. ❝ It suits you. ❞

Now Silver can open their card... 「 ☆ 」

#(( *SHOVES my lad @ him against all better judgement jkdfdfngjkdngdf* ))#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ— ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Cerise 」#silver and cerise tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏ�� ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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✩ 「 @monmuses 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 While Xeno’s fearsome appearance might have worked to ward off any other soul, Silver had taken his first breath in a world of smoke and fire. Of destruction weaved into the very fabric of reality, doom looming overhead for as long as he can remember. When terror normally took the form of immeasurable flames, of the uncertainty of a tomorrow, of a tingling in the back of his neck that may have been life-saving instincts just as surely as life-destroying paranoia... an odd sense of comfort is found in a threat you can SEE. With a distinguishable body, no matter how grisly. Choosing the known— confusing as it is —over the unfamilarity of this strange world, Silver gazes up at the massive form... but doesn’t waver.

Small even in comparison to normal Mobians— a mixture of genetics and the harsh environment he grew up in stunting his growth to an arguably adorable degree —Silver has to crane his neck for a chance at meeting the other male’s gaze. Fur bristled and quills pricked with unease, he swallows thickly before releasing a shaky exhale. Ears flat against his skull, the small hedgehog takes a few more steps forward, if only to prove that he’s willing to.

Stiffening at the threatening tone, Silver hesitates before risking one more step towards the intimidating figure. If things went poorly, he should be able to handle things— Maybe. As useful as his powers are, they aren’t infallible. Nor if he immune to being torn to shreds before getting a chance to utilize them. Especially if gripped with a panic he struggles to keep under control. A disheartening thought, brought on by a quick glance at the stranger’s claws, Silver’s stomach churning at the familiar sight of blood. It doesn’t seem fresh. A small comfort considering how much of it covers the towering figure.

❝ Y-Yes… ❞ Silver softly replies to the inquiry about if he’s scared, barely breathed into the stifling air. Knowing that he should have answered the other question first— it’s rude to go so long without introducing himself —his name had refused to slip out, as if providing it would give the man in front of him some unforeseen power over him. An illogical thought spurred on by typical paranoia, Silver is sure. The heavy atmosphere making his imagination run wild. Swallowing thickly, he shakily exhales as the other male speaks in that jarring voice. Only once he’s finished does Silver find the strength to continue.

❝ S-Sorry for hiding… I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. ❞ Oddly, despite the way Silver shrinks in on himself where he stands, his tone is calmer than one would expect. Genuine in its apology and even more-so in what he admits next, ❝ My name is Silver and- I… am scared. ❞ Looking around the darkened atmosphere, Silver’s expression seems more wary than any look he’s given the Sonic look-alike. As if whatever may lurk in the unknown depths are worth more concern than the nightmarish figure before him. ❝ But- I’m scared of how long it’s taken me to find anyone. ❞

Scared of feeling alone.

‘ I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE. ’

❝ So… I’m glad I ran into you. ❞ Silver admits, fully meaning it even if the other proves to be a danger. Better to have interacted with a threat than no one at all. If only to prove to himself that there’s a chance of running into someone nicer. ❝ … Are you Sonic? ❞ Silver asks, curiosity causing him to move a little closer, head slightly tilting and wide eyes unbefitting someone in his situation. 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰɪʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Xenophanes 」#monmuses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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“What if I don’t go back?” Dewey has his hands tucked under his head and is looking up for what passes as sky here. “I could stay here with you and help. I could figure out a plane and fly right beside you.”

“It could work. I can fix planes. It wouldn’t be too hard to figure out how to start from nothing. We could keep fighting together. Fix this place.” Heavier thoughts now at 14 then the 13 year old impulsive Dewey would have had. “We’d have each other.” (@ Silver)

- ✩ 「 @decanard 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 It’s a rare moment of peace... If any moment in this world can be considered that. Still, lying on the barren ground, arms resting behind his head and gaze fixated on the smoke-filled sky, there’s a calmness in the air that’s normally unheard of. As if the world is holding its breath, awaiting something big... It isn’t until Dewey has spoken that Silver realizes this shift in the universe isn’t nearly as cosmic as expected.

No, the only reality it threatens to shatter is Silver’s.

Breath catches, fur bristling as wide eyes remain focused on the sky. Air between them is suffocating, weighing upon Silver’s chest in a refusal to let any enter his lungs. What Dewey suggests... It’s too good to possibly be true. That much is proven by a single word, Silver’s ears laying flat as he wonders what a ‘ plane ’ is. Whatever it is, apparently it helps with flight. Silver is definitely the odd one between the two, yet it’s strange to imagine needing assistance for that. Once again, Silver is reminded of how vastly different he and Dewey’s worlds are. With each strange utterance, every new wonder described— from a blue sky to... planes —Silver is more convinced that Dewey belongs there. Not this wretched wasteland.

❝ Dewey... ❞ Silver breathes, tone somehow managing to say everything within a single name. Sitting upright, he looks off to the side, a hand running against the ashen ground. Hard and blackened... Unlike the ‘ grass ’ Dewey had told him about. Apparently soft enough to comfortably sleep in, under a blue sky and caressed by a clean breeze. Silver wants that for Dewey. It’s already been far too long. ❝ This— ... This isn’t your place to fix. This isn’t your fight. ❞ Realizing that his words could be taken the wrong way, making Dewey feel as displaced as Silver does when simply hearing about the other’s world, he quickly looks at Dewey, hands waving in front of himself, ❝ Not that I’m not grateful you WANT to help! Or that I’m sure you wouldn’t be a huge one... but— ❞

Sighing, hands fall to rest on his lap, gaze angling back up at the dark sky. ❝ ... The sky here isn’t blue. ❞ Words fall quietly, yet he trusts Dewey can hear them. Dewey has always been good at hearing what Silver says. He’s going to miss that. ❝ And- I don’t know if it ever will be. ❞ Blinking back tears, Silver wipes at them with his shoulder, ❝ I’m NOT giving up. Someday, I- I’ll make things better here. I’ll make this world like yours... ❞

Looking at Dewey, he eases a hand over, taking one of Dewey’s in his, ❝ But I can’t let you give up yours for it... or for me. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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Oh, how tragic it is for things to turn out this way; bordering on despair-inducing. There his friend stands, across from him at the podium without a clue upon his face. A clue to who they were, what they were, THE EXTENT AT WHAT HE HAD DONE. Sonic could spill an ocean toward the other but, that would be too much to give away. It's fine. Silver would understand eventually. Silver will understand the sacrifice the hero had made for him.

❝ ... ❞ There's an unsettling yet comforting smile on Sonic's face as he leers at Silver, almost hollow to that end. ❝ Someday this will all make sense, Silver. I promise. ❞

- ✩ 「 @happyheroiism 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 This can’t be right… No, he knows it’s not right. What it can’t be is TRUE. He… he won’t believe it. He refuses to believe it. He won’t believe it. This- it’s a mistake. It’s a trick. It’s a lie. It’s… a nightmare. That’s the best word to describe it. A horrible, encompassing nightmare that Silver needs to wake up from. Because even though dreams don’t have any sway in reality, he knows— deep down within the pit that has replaced his gut —that this one does. That unless he can force himself awake, the consequences will last eternally.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP—

Hands grip the edge of the podium so tightly they tremble, pain shooting through his knuckles and at the tips of his fingers, Silver unsurprised if he’s managed to rub them raw through his gloves. Shoulders shake— all of him shakes. His legs, his chest, his reality.

It’s all shaking. Breaking… Crumbling around him.

For a moment, he shuts his eyes. As if refusing to look at what’s in front of him will somehow make it vanish. Make that unsettling smile nothing but a terrible lapse of truth. But, as if to prove him wrong, all it does is elicit his friend’s voice. What should be a comforting sound, now tearing at Silver’s ears as if with the intent to make them bleed. It hurts. Everything hurts. His chest tightens further, overwhelmed by the beating of his heart. Reminding him that HE’S still alive, trapped in this cruel game unlike the friends that’ve already lost. Friends that, disgusting as it is, Silver envies in this moment. Spared this Hellish revelation. Although, one could argue that even out of the friends still alive, Silver is taking the news hardest.

❝ HOW?! ❞ Silver screams, all tension suddenly released in that single, devastated word. Eyes snap open to stare at Sonic, blurred by tears streaming down his face, wide and panicked by a looming demise that isn’t his. Fur bristled and quills raised in a manic attempt at defense towards an enemy that doesn’t even exist— how does one fight against an action that’s already done? a betrayal unchangeable... a confusion that threatens to make him throw up —he leans further over his podium, desperate to be CLOSER yet not given permission to break formation yet, ❝ How could this EVER make sense?? ❞

❝ You killed people! You killed our friends! ❞ Despite the accusations, Silver still doesn’t seem as if he fully believes it. As if, at any moment, Sonic will reveal some new twist. Something, ANYTHING, to alleviate him of blame. Yellow hues pleading for MORE than just that unsettling smile, to the point of desperation, Silver’s voice cracks, ❝ How could you do that? Don’t you know what’s going to happen now? Don’t you KNOW what you’ve done?? ❞ It’s with that frantic, exasperated cry, that Silver realizes what he’s most upset about.

Not the death of their friends; although that is a mighty blow... but who had done it.

And what that means for Sonic.

❝ Y-You’re gonna die.... ❞ Silver shakily breathes, tense body loosening as the weight of those words fall onto him. That one quietly-spoken statement, as fearful of ushering it along by voicing it, somehow filled with more anguish than anything he had shouted. Blinking back tears, the blurred image of his friend comes back into focus, Silver’s heart stalling as he asks the only question that comes to mind. Only this time, he understands it better... Realizes just why he needed to ask it, ❝ How— ... How could you do that? ❞

Selfish as he knows it is.

❝ How could you leave me? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ— ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Cerise 」#silver and cerise tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#happyheroiism #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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❝ You don't understand. But you will. I promise you will. ❞ [silver u-u]

- ✩ 「 @happyheroiism 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Silver has been to many timelines... Many worlds, more accurately. Some he doesn’t remember, most he does. Or rather— he’d like to think he does. NEEDS to think he does. It’s better than the alternative. Sometimes, there are holes in his life. Bits and pieces that are hazier than most. When he brings them up to others, sometimes they are confused. Other times they validate his claims. He’s pretty sure they aren’t lying to him. But this- this is definitely new.

Different.

For once, Silver found himself wishing he could forget a place. Forget tormented faces, senseless violence, a decrepit feeling lingering in the very air and infecting those who breathe it. Making Silver’s chest tight and his palms sweaty, heart DRUMMING against his ribcage as he haphazardly made his way past sights he’s sooner have gone a lifetime without witnessing. How is it that he’s managed to find somewhere worse than what he’d grown accustomed to? That a world with people in it could somehow make him feel even more alone than the ones without?

Until he had ran into him... A familiar face, albeit not what he’d consider a friendly one.

Not really.

Still, Silver feels a strange sense of... relief? No. Not exactly. Nausea? That seems mean to think, and yet... Just- Something. He feels something looking at this version of Sonic. Something that is both better than what he’d felt before and yet somehow unsettling at the same time. Then again, Silver has never been the best judge of character. He’s been burned several times before, due to his own actions regardless of whether or not he was being trusting or suspicious. Either way, he always seems to choose the wrong one...

So... if that’s the case.... he’d rather take the chance at being right with a new friend, than finally being right only for it to be because he has yet another enemy.

❝ Okay... ❞

❝ Then help me understand. ❞ Silver replies to the promise, tone not demanding or accusatory. More a quiet plead, expression far more trusting than most would or should allow in a world like this. But he’d been born surrounded by Hellfire, had struggled for survival under smoke-covered skies and ashen ground. No matter the world, no matter the circumstance... he refuses to stop. Refuses to be afraid- and even if he is a little uncertain, he refuses to succumb to it. So, he takes a step forward— body tensing, but still closer —and aims golden hues into green, fingers twiddling in front of himself, ❝ What’s going on here? ❞

❝ Why is this world so broken? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#(oh hello cerise - meet a bby)#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Cerise 」#happyheroiism #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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‘I wanna be more confident! Can you help me with that?’ ( Kit @ Starline if dat's OK-- )

- ✩ 「 @worldofmobius 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 For his plans to succeed, ‘reinforcements’ were necessary. Ones he could mould to his liking and who would be ingrained with a bit more sense of loyalty than those he’d been forced to throw away— or, to flee from before he had a chance to dispose of them. But that’s hardly his fault. And even if it was, he’s learning from his mistakes unlike a certain someone. They were too spirited. Too untethered. But these creations?

It’s a step in the right direction. Whether or not they’d prove to be permanently useful is yet to be seen, but for now... Starline is pleased with how things are progressing. Shame that they had to be children though. Quite needy. Interruptive. Always seeking out guidance, much like one would with a mentor— which he supposes isn’t too far off. But he’d never fancied himself much for being in that type of position, impractical as it may be for someone of his talent and intellect. It’s only natural that he pass on knowledge to those lesser than him, lest his work eventually fade into obscurity. Starline simply hadn’t envisioned himself quite in that patch of life yet.

However, since his attempts at being mentored had gone awry...

Turning around to face the child, hands clasp behind his back and chest puffs out slightly due to his straightened spine. All discontent masked in favor of composed examination, rose hues flit up and down the kitsune as if evaluating what he has to work with. A calm smile on his face, one might consider it fond, as he replies, ❝ Why, of course I can assist with that... After all, few around here are more confident than I. ❞ Chuckling lightly, a hand rests on his chest as he adds through the smug mirth, ❝ And rightly so... ❞

Opening his eyes and looking down at the boy, gaze gleams as he tautly adds, ❝ And THAT was your first lesson. Confidence depends on not only knowing your worth, but making it known that you do... as well as ensuring others do as well. ❞ Starting to stroll forward, he motions for Kit to follow him, not bothering to glance behind and see if he’s being obeyed. ❝ Confidence is NOTHING without dedication and persistence. If you’re not willing to be confident, even when you aren’t, then you might as well resign to a sniveling coward and save yourself— and me —the trouble. ❞

If anyone knows about that struggle... it’ be him. Quite literally building himself into the man he is now, Starline is painfully-aware of how fleeting self-assurance can be. Still, he has to be careful not to let confidence— forced or otherwise —bleed into arrogance. That was Eggman’s downfall. A refusal to see that as magnificent as he is, there’s always room for improvement.

❝ However, make sure not to let confidence blind you to your faults... It’s a delicate balance, seeing yourself not only as what you COULD be but what you currently are. Do you understand? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ❞ ¦ 「 Starline IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Starline 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Kitsunami 」#worldofmobius #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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(Charmy @ Bean) "I think it was funny."

- ✩ 「 @legionizedfreedom 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Well, THANK YOU... ❞ Bean says in a drawn out voice, chipper grin and volume big to ensure that it doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around them. The apparently humorless group— although Bean had already known they could be real sticks in the mud —hadn’t been as appreciative of his genius blend of over-the-top knock-knock jokes, sprinkled with a dash of subtle wit and dry humor... and obnoxious laughter to accompany the punchline, as ANY good joke should be met with. True, comedians usually don’t guffaw so heartily at their own performances. Usually the jokes are bit less haphazardly told too.

But he likes to consider himself a visionary... A real trendsetter. Someone for little pipsqueaks like this guy to giggle at. It’s tough being this far ahead of the curve.

Waving a hand dramatically, he continues to boast, ❝ It’s nice to know that SOMEONE appreciates good humor! You’re a real smart one; y’know that kid? The sharpest tack in the box, the springiest spring in the mattress, the limpest noodle in the pasta pot! Which, when you’re a noodle, is the best thing you can be... ❞ Tail giving eager flicks, plumage fluffs and blue hues are vibrant with overenthusiastic-enthusiasm.

What can he say? He’s bored... Been bored a lot lately since he was ditched by—

But never mind that.

❝ ‘Course, if my jokes aren’t quite up to snuff with the hoity-toity crowd... ❞ Smile becoming mischievous, Bean slowly reaches behind his back, a new glint appearing in his gaze. Without missing a beat, nor likely surprising those who are wise to his seemingly fickle antics, he abruptly pulls out a few choice ‘party-favors’ to really spice up his routine.

❝ I could always go back to prop comedy! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ‘ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ’; ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ‘ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪɢʜ ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴠᴇꜱ!’ ❞ ¦ 「 Bean IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴏɴ' ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅ��ɴᴀᴍɪᴛᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Bean 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Charmy 」#legionizedfreedom #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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“I am amazing!”

- ✩ { @xilienmultiverse } ✩

(Yes, you are! Thank you for reading the rules and I hope you have an awesome day *finger guns*)

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ! ❞ ¦ 「 OOC 」#xilienmultiverse #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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"I am amazing!" ^^

- ✩ { @azureblursonic } ✩

(*throws confetti* YEAH! Thank you for reading the rules and I hope you have a great day. :3 )

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ! ❞ ¦ 「 OOC 」#azureblursonic #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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"Dick ... " ( :'DD Of course he has to. -Knuckles for Starline u3u )

- ✩ { @gamblealife } ✩

{ ☆ } ❝ Oh, what a biting comeback… How shall I ever recover? ❞ Starline chimes as if scripted, the others juvenile behavior barely eliciting more than a raised eyebrow. Heavily-lidded gaze beholding the echidna, a brief image of a red splatter across the ground brings a glimmer of satisfaction into a previously contemplating gaze, moment of unfiltered-intrigue unsettling in deep ruby hues.

Humming lightly at the visual— oh what he wouldn’t give to paint his surroundings with specific shades of blue, red, pink, and so-forth… —he takes a few calculated steps forward, eyes riveted on the other in case he attempts anything. Knowing that meddlesome hedgehog and his lackeys friends, Starline wouldn’t be surprised if this scarlet simpleton was so foolish. Still, he’d be remiss to underestimate an opponent… A harsh lesson that Starline has learned too many times for comfort.

Body tensed and eyes narrowing to impatient slits, he adds through a sneer of derision, ❝ Now, if you’re quite finished— I’m a little too busy to indulge in your crippling need for attention. ❞ { ☆ }

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ❞ ¦ 「 Starline IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Starline 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Knuckles 」#gamblealife #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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"I dunno if I should be worried or thrilled to see you here, Bean." ( -dkjfelkfd; Sonic :'D )

- ✩ { @gamblealife } ✩

{ ☆ } Rude.

Feeling personally attacked— even though he must admit, internally, that Sonic does have a point to be wary —Bean emits an overly-offended gasp, hand against his chest and body stiffening while feathers ruffle in a cartoonish wave. Tail feathers fanning out and plumage fluffing in an instinctive attempt to look more imposing, Bean stomps a foot to emphasize his point as he curtly responds, ❝ Um- Rude?? ❞

Cheeks puffed, brows knit in an annoyed glare as he cranes his neck to look up at Sonic, ❝ Obviously, you should be more worried. ❞ Disrespectful perhaps, but still a smart move. Bean knows what he’s about... People DON’T trust him and for good reason. Hell, he wouldn’t trust himself... most times. Sometimes he can be trusted. But those instances are difficult to read at best and incomprehensible at worst, even to the bird. Still, it’s worth noting.

❝ But you shouldn’t SAY it. ❞ Bean bluntly adds, a hand resting on his hips as he snippily adds, ❝ Haven’t you ever heard of not saying anything at all if what you’re thinking is not nice? Because trust me, I think not nice things ALL the time about you... ❞ He just doesn’t say it, like a good person. Usually. Crossing his arms, he haughtily lifts his chin, ❝ BUT- you did say you were thrilled too. So, I guess I’ll forgive you. ❞ { ☆ }

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ‘ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ’; ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ‘ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪɢʜ ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴠᴇꜱ!’ ❞ ¦ 「 Bean IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴏɴ' ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴛᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Bean 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Sonic 」#gamblealife #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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“I am amazing!”

- ✩ { @redline-alternative } ✩

(Yepperdo, you are! *thumbs up* Thank you for reading the rules, and I hope your day is amazing! :3 )

#danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ! ❞ ¦ 「 OOC 」#redline alternative #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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