#{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 🌟🌟

[universalzones]

"..."

"..."

"FUCK!"

[romancemedia]

Anime Couples 6

[hiswrlds]

My fatal flaw is wanting sonic team to adhere to Sonic's core character traits while not adhering to them myself mostly due to my inability to write smart funnier dialog or even understand quibs or comebacks sometimes

[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

[hedgehoghavoc]

"Bad news, guys. Tails has started speaking exclusively in Youtube Poop sentence mixing and won't stop."

"Don't worry about it freuerf, I can sus any time I wewewEWE-"

[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

[gl1tch3d-0utc4t]

Account Owner: @multi-fandomsfreak

|…A presence. Someone’s here!

}…God please no

*the cat mobian seems to cower over themselves*

*Suddenly the mysterious being looks directly at you…*

| Another human? Do any of you have any sense of danger?

*The mysterious being remains quiet.*

|…Oh well, guess I can entertain myself with this. It’s been a while since I had some fun.

| You puny human have blessed your presence among Chernobyl alongside my precious host Dawn…Introduce yourself

*Dawn suddenly froze up before looking at you.*

}…Please just leave

|…Sorry the cat is a little stubborn I’m pretty sure she meant it’s lovely to have you here

| Anyways let’s have a moment to get to know each other…

NOTES:

- This blog will mostly be used to add lore to my Sonic.EXE story while I’m still developing it.

- This blog aligns with things like horror, gore things like that. If you’re sensitive to that stuff don’t interact with this blog or at least be careful.

- Please check my character description on my main page for context about Chernobyl. If you want more context for my sona the just use the ask box.

- The mod is 19 and both characters are over 18 so I’m fine with suggestive things/asks but please don’t ask full blown NSFW questions. This may change in the future but for now this is the extent I want.

- If you’re planning on doing stuff like shipping (if you want) then please don’t ship Chernobyl with any of the victims mentioned in his introduction because that’s extremely gross and makes me feel uncomfortable. Also keep in mind that Chernobyl is Demisexual and Demiromantic so please don’t rush things.

- Adding on to the previous point if the creator of the character you’re planning on shipping Chernobyl with is uncomfortable with that stuff then please respect their boundaries and don’t ship.

- Chernobyl goes by he/him and Dawn The Cat uses any (mostly she/he).

- When Chernobyl is speaking it will start with ‘|’ and When Dawn is it’ll start with ‘}’.

TAGS:

#IC: CHERNOBYL [ HE’S HERE…WATCHING ]

#IC: DAWN THE CAT [ It’s A Pleasure Meeting You ]

#OCC: […SILENCE, THAT’S ALL I CAN MUSTER UP ]

#RP: [ IT’S FUN PLAYING WITH YOU HUMANS ]

#ART: [ MY OWN CREATION ]

#ASK: [ IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? ]

#ANON ASK: [ REVEAL YOURSELF BEFORE SHOWING YOUR PRESENCE TO ME ]

#LORE: [ WHY ARE YOU PRYING? ]

#SUGGESTIVE: [ DON’T BE AFRAID…YOU CAN COME CLOSER ]

#CONTENT WARNING: [ CAN’T HANDLE A LITTLE HORROR? ]

[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? "

[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.