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[svgvru]

𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢'𝗦 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛, 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛! . . . 𝗦𝗢 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗛𝗜𝗠.

say hello to the owner ꒰ blk — 9teen ꒱ of gojo's credit card! ꒰ the rules and use of his card is included! ꒱ it's nearing christmas, so go ahead and send your christmas lists in the mail! currently there's so special "event toys" going on, but you can send in ideas!

today's favorite ꒰ mall ꒱ santa is . . . CHOSO KAMO!

last winter "old mall billboard" future winter ⤷

[sonicprim3d]

}ALL OPINIONS ARE UNPOPULAR{

@duskvoyance asked: 🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Unironically Silver. A lot of people just can't help but "uwu-ify" him, when he's anything but. Is he naive? Yes, it's an important part of his character.

But also he was ready to kill Sonic the moment some random guy suggested he was responsible for the apocalypse. No questions asked.

And, also, an important factor of his character a lot of people forget is that he's very head strong and rude because of it. He's reintroduced into the franchise after 06 erased itself by stealing from Tails in Sonic Rivals.

He's willing to thrown down, kill, and be a bitch if he thinks it'll do good in the end.

[2vain]

what car do you drive ? how have you made your car your own ?

' 2002 nissan skyline gt-r. midnight purple, lowered just enough to hug the road. custom exhaust, upgraded turbo, & a sound system that could wake the dead. '   © / ©

[softxcharles]

DINO P5 LETS GOOOOO!!!

[s-oolie]

⠀ 큰 사랑 : thv !    𔗁      & me ᰍ ׄ⠀ ꒱

⠀ 𝟶𝟶 𓈒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝖾 · in orbit

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[vasted]

❝ maybe I can help, I mean, you are lost, right? ❞

Blood trickled down his temple as he frantically shoveled dirt back into the hole with his bare hands, his movements frenzied and desperate. Each handful of earth he threw seemed inadequate against the gaping maw that had held him prisoner. The taste of soil still filled his mouth, coating his tongue and throat like a suffocating reminder of his burial. He coughed violently, retching as clumps of dirt spewed from his lips, each heave sending waves of dizziness through his already disoriented mind. His body bore the evidence of his ordeal – clothes caked with mud, skin scratched and bruised, blood matting his hair where Daisy's blow had struck. The wound throbbed in time with his racing heart, the pain intensifying with each movement. But he couldn't stop. He couldn't let the Buried reclaim him. His fingers, raw and bleeding from clawing his way out, continued their futile attempt to fill the hole.

The world spun around him as he tried to stand, to get his bearings. The familiar comfort of the Vast felt distant, unreachable, leaving him untethered in a way he hadn't experienced since before his mark. He stumbled first one way, then another, his legs weak and unsteady beneath him. The trees seemed to tilt and whirl, their canopy a dizzying blur above. His lungs still burned with every breath, as if the earth hadn't quite released its hold on them. His next step found only air, and he pitched forward, anticipating the impact of the ground, but it never came. Instead, unfamiliar arms caught him, steadying his fall. Mike's body tensed immediately, survival instincts kicking in despite his weakness. He tried to focus on the face above him, but his vision swam, darkness creeping at the edges.

"Maybe I can help," the stranger's voice came through the haze. "I mean, you are lost, right?"

His fingers clutched desperately at the man's sleeve, his other hand still trying to push himself upright. Each attempt sent fresh waves of pain through his battered body until, finally, frustration and exhaustion won out. He managed a small, shaky nod, surrendering to the support being offered. His voice, when he finally found it, was barely more than a whisper, rough from the soil that had filled his throat. "Water," he managed to rasp, the word carrying all the desperation of someone who had been buried alive. His eyes, though clouded with pain and uncertainty, remained fixed on the blonde man's face, searching for any sign of threat or deception. The trauma of his burial was too fresh, too raw to trust easily, even as his body betrayed him by leaning into the support of this unknown savior.

As his senses slowly returned, something about Isaiah made Mike's skin crawl. There was a familiar weight to the air around him, an unmistakable pressure that reminded him all too much of the Archivist. That damned meeting that had led him here, buried alive by one of the Institute's attack dogs. He should have known better than to ever agree to talk to Sims. His fingers, still tangled in this stranger's sleeve, suddenly tensed and withdrew, leaving bloody smears on the fabric.

"Get off me!" the avatar growled, his voice still weak but carrying a sharp edge of hostility. He pushed against the man's chest, trying to create distance between them despite his unsteady legs. The similarity in their auras was too strong to ignore – that same hungry, watching presence that had emanated from the Archivist. It seemed something had peaked the ceaseless watcher's interest and Mike was certain it wasn't him this voyeuristic entity had its gaze upon. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, to seek the comfort of the endless sky, but his body remained frustratingly weak. His attempts to stand on his own only resulted in him swaying dangerously, yet he continued to reject Isaiah's attempts to steady him, his earlier desperation replaced by defensive aggression.

"I don't need your help," he spat, even as black spots danced in his vision. The words came out less threatening than he'd intended, interrupted by another fit of coughing that brought up more dirt. Trust had nearly gotten him killed once today - he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, no matter how desperate his condition.

[tamil1984]

[sonicprim3d]

@already-know-this-story

He’s full of surprises

[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡! ( ANNOUNCEMENT )

— (just like in the previous post) since there haven't been many halloween centric prompts i went with something my pookie suggested! a.k.a...

✮ FUCKING IN A HAUNTED HOUSE!

— this is going to be multi character and switch,m!reader. depending on the character the reader's dominance or submissiveness might change (just what i feel for the character). the current list is gojo, geto, ijichi, yuuta, and kirara! the top three ill write for! male and female characters from any fandom! you can either fill out the poll below or suggest in my inbox what other characters you'd prefer! if you could also suggest what costumes the men should be in, that would be great too. anyways, if you have any questions lmk!

this the fem ver.

*you can request more characters, these are just the ones i thought of immediately!

[sonicprim3d]

@thenextchapterbegins asked: Sonic dont really know who this blaze is whos been popping up on the dash but he's gonna give em a thumbs up because they shore are fine.

And she is very much still not over last night so further acknowledgment is not doing her any favors right now-

[2vain]

u will pay for this hurt ur causing me. @hcs @usethisforurpsaidgaf

[softxcharles]

dino you got this!!

[tamizhinipandiyan]

[vasted]

❝ Well then … perhaps we better make a deal. ❞

Mike stood at the entrance of Nova Horizons, savoring the delicious undercurrent of fear that permeated the air. The Fairchild family had outdone themselves with this venture. To ordinary visitors, it appeared as just another amusement park, albeit an unusually tall one. But to those attuned to the Vast's influence and to those who truly feared it the place was a symphony of terrifying impossibilities. He couldn't help but smile as he watched Agnes Montague approach, her presence making the air shimmer with barely contained heat.

It was an unusual situation for both of them. Avatars of opposing entities rarely sought each other's company for anything resembling leisure. The Vast and the Desolation weren't natural allies, yet here they were, about to engage in something so mundanely human as an amusement park date. The young man found the absurdity of it delicious.

"The Avalanche," he announced, gesturing to the roller coaster that dominated the skyline as they passed by the food stands. Its tracks violated every law of physics, disappearing into clouds that shouldn't exist, performing loops that seemed to fold space itself. "Most people can't help but scream. Something about the height..." he paused, "Makes them realize just how small they are." His eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief, watching her closely. "I imagine even avatars of The Desolation might find it... challenging.", he continued, his voice carrying that slight echo that never quite went away after his encounter with the Lichtenberg figure. Mike watched as Agnes observed the roller coaster's impossible architecture. The challenge hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. The avatar's eyes held that dangerous gleam that spoke of terminal velocities. He knew he was playing with fire – literally – but that was precisely what made it thrilling.

The young woman's response came with an intensity that made the air feel warmer and denser: "Well then... perhaps we better make a deal."

"If you can ride without screaming, not a single sound, I'll buy you every sweet treat in this park. The cotton candy, the caramel apples, everything." Mike's grin widened. He had hoped she'd take the bait, though he knew better than to think he had manipulated her. The fact that she was playing along anyway and even lead them to the roller coaster made it all the more intriguing.

He helped her into the front car, noting how the metal heated slightly at her touch. The restraints clicked into place with a finality that would terrify normal riders. As the car began to move, Mike felt himself smile. The part of him that was still human enough to enjoy things looked forward to sharing it with Agnes, while the part that served the Vast wondered how an avatar of the Desolation would handle its embrace. Once they had ascended higher, the park below began to fade, not into mist or darkness, but into a kind of absence that hurt to look at. The food stands, the carousel, the crowds – all dissolved into an infinite nothing, leaving only the endless abyss above and below.

The first drop came without warning. One moment they were climbing, the next, they were plunging into what seemed like an eternal fall. The passengers behind them began to scream – raw, primal sounds of pure terror. Her companion's laughter rang out over the screams, his arms raised high above his head in pure ecstasy. The first loop wasn't a loop at all. It was a tear in space itself, a moment where up became down became sideways became nothing. That's when the first crack came. The sound of metal giving way was almost lost in the howling wind, but the screams that followed were impossible to miss. The back car had broken free.

Mike didn't turn to look. He didn't need to. He could feel them falling, their terror feeding The Vast as they plunged into the endless void. Their screams grew fainter, not from distance but from the thinning of reality itself. There was no impact, no final crash, just voices fading into the infinite, becoming part of the very vastness that had claimed them. Another car broke free during the second impossible turn. More screams. More terror. His jubilation grew with each loss. Now it was just their car, still attached but feeling increasingly precarious. Every drop carried the question: Would they be next?

He turned to Agnes, his grin manic and electric. The embodiment of falling and vertigo was fully present in him now. Their car thundered through another impossible loop. The track ahead kept shifting, refusing to resolve into any recognizable pattern. Each moment could be their last, each turn could be the one where their car finally broke free. The uncertainty was part of the feeding – not just for their fellow passengers who had already fallen, but for them too. Even as avatars, they weren't immune to the primal fear of falling.

[espuor]

────⠀ ⠀𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍⠀ ⠀ 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌⠀ ⠀ + ⠀⠀ 𝗅𝗈𝖼

𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗁ꪱ⠀𝖽ꪱ⠀𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾̀ ⠀𝗓𝖹𝗓⠀ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 🐾 ♡ 𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗐,⠀ 𝖼𝖺𝗍⠀ 𝗉𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾⠀ ( 𝗌.𝖿 )⠀ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

>᳞ ˕ <᳞ 𝗆𝖾𝗃ꪱ𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌⠀‌‌ ✿ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾

[ 𝗂 ] 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 [ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ] 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁

𝗌𝗆ꪱ𝗅ꪱ𝗇𝗀⠀ ♡ 𝗌𝖾𝖾ꪱ𝗇𝗀⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ⠀ ^‿^

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

( 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗍𝖾. ) the sound of birds echo 𝟭 바람 with the wind, 𝟮 미풍 spreading the aroma of tea.