#{sonic; ic}「sonic says」

[cephalosaur]

The Pyukupack: the pack shaped like a Pyukumuku, only $19.95. Get yours now.

or perhaps, the packyumuku.

[seldompathic]

It all started with "Frontiers looks fun" and here we are

Pre-ordered Shadow Generations so it'll be ready when I get home on Saturday. My partner and I are playing it together and I am SO HYPED 🌟🌟

[romancemedia]

Anime Couples 6

[electricpurrs]

time and time again the only things that take me out of deep depressive states are having fun and spending time with people and yet everytime i get so shocked like wow! love and fun and laughter sure made me feel like life is worth it again. who would've thought

[iratusmus]

never forget the time i laughed myself to tears over this image

[sonknuxadow]

hi. have you. seen thsi from the cookbook

NO I HAVENT. NO WAYYYYY NO FUCKING WAY

[timeclipsed]

— ;; Snowfall premature to its conventional end-of-the-year debut has the streets coated in a pearly blanket of frost, amply bundled denizens scurrying to-and-fro all around.

Catenating after the Doctor, miscellaneous bits of scrap tucked underarms, Tails is no different. Muffs, gloves, a scarf and a puffy coat protecting him from the gelid onslaught, he pauses as they pass the obtuse front window of one of the many shops lining the road. Gazing into its displayed setup of festive décor, awe consumes his features as he tilts his head, craning it to peer at Robotnik, whose bootprints leave a rhythmic impression on their path back to the shop the further he gets.

❝Feels like winter took forever to get here this year,❞ he comments, ocean eyes searing into the back of the skull in such a way that prompts the other to pause as well, finally turning back, ❝when we disappeared a few months ago, I thought the year would go by just like that. But… wow.❞

— ;; Quirking a brow, Robotnik stares at Tails from behind those dense ocular spectacles, as if attempting to discern the actual tone behind his words. Momentarily processing, before deciding with certainty that Tails is not, in fact, being sarcastic for once, he gives a rather desiccant reply.

❝You do realize it’s been more than “a few months”, don’t you boy?❞ 

— ;; Hustle and bustle, brumal static in the air, incoherent chatter from all around fully stands still, just like that. Torpidly, his heart suddenly ringing in his ears, Tails turns his head to meet Robotnik’s confused expression, his own twisting into something of mortified disenchantment.

❝…What?❞ Faintly, the singular leading query spills from Tails’ lips, in disbelief of what’s been stated. Lowering wide eyes to their feet, subconsciously observing the frigid fractals that land all around, making the snow its only home. ❝You… you’re lying. I don't believe you. ...How long… has it been?❞

Contemplating for a second, and with the click of a tongue, Robotnik answers, ❝I’d wager it’s been somewhere around fifteen or sixteen months. Did you honestly think time wouldn’t continue to pass from where—❞

❝My birthday,❞ interjecting before he can finish his mordacious remark, Tails’ head whips back up to stare desperately, ❝did my birthday pass?❞

❝I figured you'd have noticed on your own, but it came and went.❞

— ;; Resisting the sudden urge to disgorge, to stain the sleek sheet of ivory into a versicolor canvas of bodily suppuration, the congery of stray mechanical pieces cascades from his tenacious grasp instead, spilling all around their feet.

❝How—❞ cadence oscillating, forcing back the voluminous lump plaguing his throat, ragged breaths leaving puffs of cold air in front of him, he dares to ask. ❝—H-How old am I?❞

❝Fifteen,❞ Robotnik answers with lukewarm certainty as he hunches to collect the discarded parts. ❝You’d be fifteen at the moment.❞

— ;; Quailing to the ground right then, clammy knees pressing into the cold, Tails barely even registers lissome hands webbing ‘round his form effortlessly, gathering everything in calculated silence. That’s it; that’s all he’d needed to hear for any sense of stability he’d had to come toppling down, thousands of miniscule fragments spilling out like hail that rubs against his bare arms, leaving him with freezer burnt welts—

—Leaving his entire world dark, ensnared in a Cimmerian cloister whose clutches stretch with emptiness as far as the eye can see in any direction.

❝You ne- you never told me—❞

❝It’s not my job to make sure you’re keeping your head on straight, boy. Get up.❞

— ;; Breathless, as if he’d just been gutted, all he can do is shake his head, collapsing sideways into the snow. Legs curling to meet his chest, arms folding around them and holding tight as if they, too, would disappear were he to release them. After a moment, he hears Robotnik scoff.

❝Do you want to lie here and freeze to death? You’re acting ridiculous.❞

— ;; Readying a snarky response, any form of quip to get the Doctor off his back, his mouth grows agape, but no sound comes. Neither in the way of movement; he feels locked up, glued to the ground in this manner. Silence, having befallen the pair, grows thick with every passing moment, until the point at which it’s shattered by Robotnik’s swivel of the heel, restarting the earlier trek towards the workshop.

❝When you’re feeling up to acting your age and rejoining society, I’ll be back at work. Lest you decide you want to perish from hypothermia, at which case I would advise you to expect an unmarked grave and an empty funeral.❞

— ;; But Tails doesn’t hear, curling those namesakes around his body in some feeble attempt to self-assuage. Tears, tepid in comparison to the weather, drizzle down his face, melting small holes into the snow beneath as they roll off his cheeks lopsidedly.

He realizes in that moment that he will never know home again.

[skyfcx]

Examine! Scourge's Guy Fieri Ass Jacket

Examination Station || Prompt

Scourge's Jacket: ❝There's at least one person in existence that finds it fashionable...❞

     You're no trend chaser, but even as someone who doesn't often wear clothes, you know the look of a try-hard. You almost gag thinking about how cool Scourge must think he looks whenever he's flaring the collar on this thing. Though, all things considered? Especially when factoring in the excessiveness of its owner? It's a rather simple jacket. You had to give credit where credit was due, you've seen flashier designs. (Then, a thought crosses your mind: would Scourge be happy or sad to hear that?)

>DISCARD >STORE >INSPECT

ROLLING FOR: [INVESTIGATION] Result: 21 (12)+9

     You inspect the black leather. It's surprisingly both soft and smooth. A trait of real leather. Apparently the 'king' wasn't one to skimp out regarding aesthetics. The sleeves, too, are torn intentionally. They're perfectly imperfect, really helps with the chaotic vibes he gives. Finally, flame decals decorate the shoulders.

     Thumbing across them, you soon notice a material difference.

     You had never really gotten up close and personal with Scourge, so you've never spotted it, but— the hot rod flames adorning his shoulders are patches. Sewn-on with a delicate and well-trained hand. Who the hand belonged to remains a mystery, but this fact remains true: they weren't a part of the jacket's original design.

     Something tickles the back of your mind...

ROLLING FOR: [HISTORY] Result: 20 (16)+4

     Turning the jacket back and forth between your hands, the mind returns to the clothing accessory's origins. To Scourge's origins. You had to be no older than five or six at the time... when Scourge was still Anti-Sonic. Had you ever even interacted with the guy back then? It was mostly Sonic, Knuckles, and the rest of the other Freedom Fighters handling him. But you remember clearly: the spitting image of your hero Sonic the Hedgehog, now with the additions of a black leather jacket and a pair of matching shades. No fire in sight.

     —Oh, right! You rack your brain further... Didn't his jacket have a crossed-out circle on the sleeve back then? Your curiosity almost demands that you undo the flame patches and see if it's still there for old time's sake. ...But at this point, with the history this jacket holds? It feels oddly disrespectful.

     Once again, you had to give credit where credit was due. Scourge has certainly come a long way since then. No longer is he simply Evil Sonic. He is Scourge the Hedgehog. And as someone who's spent a considerable portion of their childhood feeling like an understudy to something greater, you can respect that.

Tails has gained 1 Affinity Point towards Scourge!

     No, no... you couldn't quite believe it either.

[platywarp]

HAPPY to live rent free in someone's mind <3

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Well today was even shittier than I already knew it’d be

[sonicprim3d]

already-know-this-story replied:

Amy boops him

" Not that I don't mind it. But uh. Why? Is this what's happening now? "

[hedgehoghavoc]

Look at him. He's having the time of his life. He loves fighting his rivals so much gdjlg

[universalzones]

"I am a pacifist by nature and may feel bad saying this, though if I see that Starline I'll be giving him a kick to the rear. Finding one of his base's has revealed he kidnapped my daughter Belle for nefarious purposes. I know my interaction with him showed he wasn't a nice fellow." Mr. Tinker wasn't one for violence, though Starline was one person he could make a small exception for.

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Half my plots are me making shit up as a I go

If you don't vibe with it then you're welcome to not partake in it, but obviously don't expect me to conform to your canon either lmao

[themissilesilo]

Behold, everyone's favorite boy! Commissioned art created by the incredibly talented Toby (@timewontwait)!

[timewontwait]

" Contrary to popular belief, I could care less about petty theft! Not unless you're stealin' something that's actually important to somebody, like a family heirloom or somethin'. I'm not interested in doing it either way, I got better things to waste my time with! "