#Happy birthday...

[timeclipsed]

— ;; ECLIPSED, ORY HALLWAYS STRETCHING FAR as blurred eyes are able to perceive, fading in and out of vision. Footsteps clank against floors; the passing of flowing white fabric and idle chitter inaudible over droning hums. Jetting open automatically, doors greet with long, immaculate paintings of the stars outside through spotless glass. Hues of cobalt, of sparkling heliotropes, all lining a pathway to pooling blue and obtuse land far below where feet land.

Onyx quills obscure a piece of the sight, blotting rubies and reflecting golds that shimmer beneath darkness.

Slowly, that figure turns—

❝What do you remember?❞

— ;; —And the voice doesn't match the mouth the words seem to belong to. Gruff, irritably hateful, but currently uncharacteristically soft.

❝Come back to me. What can you remember?❞

— ;; Eyes adjust to the soft fluorescent lights that they've become properly akin to, assisting in landing a floaty mind back down to Earth.

❝...Hallways. Stars. People... I-I know those people.❞

❝Who are they?❞

❝Scientists. Researchers... they knew Gra... Gerald.❞

— ;; Scribbling. Intricate penmanship curls and loops onto detailed documents, taking down each note thoroughly.

❝What else did you see?❞

❝My body is melting.❞

❝Melting?❞

❝I'm turning into alluvium. I can't feel my arms. My legs are already gone.❞

❝That's a normal feeling. You aren't melting, your brain is adapting. Try to focus. Tell me what else you saw.❞

❝Black and red and gold.❞

❝Shadow?❞

❝I don't know.❞

❝How did seeing it make you feel?❞

❝Happy, I think. Relieved. Kinda annoyed.❞

— ;; Scrawling, continued within the notes, overrides the buzzing hums of background machinery. A hand, delicate and surprisingly encouraging, lowers to ruffle between perky ears.

❝You're doing quite well. Gerald would be proud of you.❞

❝Can I go home?❞

❝Where is home, pray tell?❞

❝Home... home is...❞

— ;; Squeezing wide, stinging eyes shut, washed over by a wave of startling realization, the effects of reality finally start to return.

❝Home is where Sonic is... and Amy, and Knuckles... a-and... everyone else. We have to finish the machine right this time. I don't... wanna do this. It hurts my head.❞

— ;; Billowing sigh passing through clenched teeth, shoulders drop and eyes focus on finishing what's been penned down.

❝The connection's still quite fickle... hm. Good enough for today, I suppose.❞ Turning, stepping out, that once ginger voice now rings with ire and impatience in rhythm with footsteps. ❝We'll pick up in a few more days.❞

— ;; Left to the preying jaws of silence, quivering hands clench in and out of fists to regain feeling, wide eyes staring down into their palms.

Reality, the understanding of what had happened, finally sets in.

❝Again?❞

— ;; Melting to the floor onto knees, promptly collapsing into fetal position against cold concrete, overwhelming tears cloud hysterical vision.

— ;; Erroneously led, strung along this far for an ultimate purpose. Yet, still clinging to the delusion that somehow everything is genuine. That someday, Sonic's emerald eye will meet his dull azures once again.

Home had been out of the question long, long ago. Anyone reasonable could have seen that miles away.

[kel-is-here]

Kel, are you doing anything for Aubrey's birthday?

"Not really. I tried to talk to her, but that went about as well as it has been... I did drop by her house and put a card and a small gift for her by the front door.."

[zuzsenpai]

Happy 10 years in the ball pit

[zurenie]

its miku’s birthday i am legally obligated to draw her at least once a year

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN

heres to another 10 years of miku ✨✨

[mushoki]

The World is Theirs !! 🌲🌈🌟🩵

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[nozonova]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE TWINS!! 👯‍♂️

[yuutaguro]

reminders ☁️

[carlyraejepsans]

To a gigantic little game that changed so many lives

[paintedcrows]

The Mystery Twins all grown up!! I love them so much. 13 forever, yet always older than me

[luca-is-a-pengu]

The real reason why none of the bat-boys are allowed in the kitchen

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[kaffkanya]

happy fuck or die 15th of september to all who celebrate. on this day, a bajillion years ago, amok time served the most cunt no one has ever served before. and then slash fanfiction was invented. it is the sacred texts 🙏

[clarulitas]

FRED ASTAIRE performs "You're All the World to Me" — Royal Wedding (1951) dir. Stanley Donen

[khazure]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ ~☆ Our PC angel of 17 years! ~｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[chocum]

nanami always overstimulates himself when he’s fucking you … walk with me .. cW. fem reader (she/her), overstim. squirting.

nothing turns nanami on more than making his girl feel good— it’s like he lives to serve you. to please you, to pull little whimpers of his name from your lips, your greedy pussy sucking him in, plush walls refusing to let go ‘till you’ve milked him for all he’s got.

so much so that even after he’s stuffed load after load in your abused little cunt— white cream dribbling out from around his fat cock to coat the backs of your thighs, he’s still going. his cock twitching angry red, aching as he ruts into you, treading the fine line of pleasure and pain.

almost like he’s drunk off your pussy, his weak knees practically crumbling underneath him, as he desperately drags you back onto his raw cock.

he’s whining. a pretty blush resting on his chest after traveling to his neck, reaching the curves and folds of his ears. salty sweat sliding down his temples where stray strands of hair dampened, sticking in patterns, almost.

“ it’s so good. fuck. feels so good when you suck— me in like that. give it to me. give it all to me, sweetheart. let me have it. letmehaveit”

you’re already spent— so sensitive and weak, vulnerable from cumming for him after he so gently prompted you to, over and over and over. but he knows you have more to give. knows your pretty pussy’s got something special for him.

so he slides his hand over your stomach— your limp body twitching at the feeling of his rough callouses grazing the softness of your skin to push down on your sweat coated tummy, the weight of him sinking into warmth

your pretty whines— your desperate pleases are barely registering for him at this point, he’s just too caught up in making his pussy squirt for him

:((

[saltjams-art]

It's tim's birthday, happy birthday to that nerd

also a bonus batfam doodle