#allnostalgic

[normallish]

@allnostalgic ♥'d for Knuckles!

There was something different about the other hedgehog now. Something about him had changed from before. His anger had been subdued somewhat. It was interesting to observe the other, and he was fascinated. No danger appeared present at the moment, so the echidna warrior ventured to speak.

"You seem deep in thought. Does this 'brooding' help you focus?"

[sheldoney]

@allnostalgic (Spyro)

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to do science, not hire Lady Gaga to come to my birthday."

[rotinthedark]

|| @allnostalgic

The air might not be as clean as Pelican Town, but at least the noise kept his mind quiet.

That was why he came out here, really. To get away from everything, somewhere so unlike his home that he wouldn't think about it for a while. Hell, he'd book a hotel for a few days if he could afford it (and not stress his mother out). Unfortunately, trips until late at night were the best he could do until he could finally move out.

He might as well get acquainted with the place, beforehand.

Sebastian stood up from his previously knelt position next to his motorcycle, having finished locking the chain around a lamppost. Backpack shrugged off and put carefully down beside him before reaching up to undo and remove his helmet, giving his hair a good shake to loosen it up with a relieved breath.

Already, he felt relaxed again. Thank Yoba.

Pale fingers combed through his long, dark locks, before both arms lifted in a good stretch with a hum in his throat. The trip wasn't short, even on his bike. Maybe he'd walk a bit, stretch his legs, before deciding where to settle for the rest of his visit. Have a smoke along the way. That sounded nice.

His helmet, which had been propped against his hip, leaned down with the rest of him to be placed inside his just unzipped backpack. Couldn't risk it being stolen. Satisfied, he zipped it back up, leaned back up, slid it back on his shoulders, and finally started walking down the sidewalk. Hands already fishing around his hoodie pocket for his cigarette pack and lighter.

Sam and Abby were great company but, sometimes, he just had to be away from everything on his own for a while. Sorta like an emotional reset button. It helped. It always did.

[thethndr]

@allnostalgic ♥'d for a starter | for FIX-IT FELIX JR.

— ⚡︎ "LOOK, I've been around the block a time or two with this kinda thing. You're making me want to cry just watching you."

CHICK DIDN'T REALLY KNOW what he was doing — giving advice to the competition wasn't exactly something he was EVER in the habit of doing. The goal was always to finish number one, and the chances of that slimmed with ANY shred of secrets divulged. But maybe Chick just didn't feel THREATENED by someone he could scarcely avoid viewing as a peppy pipsqueak.

— ⚡︎ "YOUR TURNS? Maybe lay it on a little thicker there, man. You've got BOOSTS for a reason."

[autumnfrolic]

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐎𝐑‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@allnostalgic.

The cold broke, and there was a small spell of warmth in late autumn.  ‏‏‎ ‎Soft rays of light escaped the through roof of woven leaves and dappled the forest beneath with spots of comforting heat,  which the snow-covered earth gladly drunk in.

In her den atop the hill Dart's eyes surveyed across the forest below,  the sun rising behind the contrasted silhouettes of distant trees and slopes.  ‏‏‎ ‎The beds of fog that blanketed the forest slowly burned off,  fading away to reveal a stark orange sky that brilliantly radiated the sun's light across the land,  scattered yellow clouds streaking across the heavens like the strokes of a divine paintbrush. ‏‏‎ ‎Every morning, evening, and night the forest would alight with a chorus of voices,  though this picturesque dawn fell suspiciously quiet.  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart felt a subtle pang of disquiet inside her.

Suddenly,  Dart's ears swiveled as a raucous commotion erupted in the distance.  Flapping wings and shrill voices sounded from the south-eastern part of the forest.  ‏‏‎ ‎A multitude of birds desperately dispersed from the canopy,  the crows circled crying their joyless calls,  and the vague voices of agitated forest-folk were audible from even here.  ‏‏‎ ‎It wasn't uncommon for chaos such as this to occur in the forest,  but the pure vitriol pouring from their cries was not.  ‏‏‎ ‎It piqued Dart's ill-advised curiosity.

Tracks trailing behind as her hooves gently punctured the cold sheet of snow,  Dart observed her surroundings intently.  ‏‏‎ ‎Despite her desire to understand,  she was still wary,  and ready to turn tail at a moments notice if needed.  ‏‏‎ ‎Every few steps she would move forward,  then shrink back,  almost folding into herself,  before stretching out once more and continuing again.  ‏‏‎ ‎As she neared the southern thicket of the forest,  the racket vibrating through the air begun to grow clearer,  Dart quickening her pace eagerly as a result.  ‏‏‎ ‎She wanted to know what was causing such a stir in the community terribly, though she didn't have to wonder for long.

❝ Traitor ! ❞ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Cried the magpie. ❝ Scoundrel ! ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎Shrieked the weasel. ❝ Betrayer ! ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎The jay screeched.

In every corner of this thicket there seemed to be creatures rallying.  ‏‏‎ ‎From branches in trees above, or from burrowed dens in the earth below,  every creature had joined together here in an embittered frenzy that maddened them and caused them to forget caution.  ‏‏‎ ‎Overhead the crows still shouted loudly,  ❝ Spy !  Spy !  Spy ! ❞

Driven by their harsh words,  Dart sprang forwards,  desperate to finally find out what had caused all this uproar in the first place.  ‏‏‎ ‎Breaking through the wall of golden foliage that obstructed her vision,  wilting leaves grazed across as her muzzle as she parted through the brush.  ‏‏‎ ‎Setting hoof into the clearing,  Dart gasped at the sight.

❝ How dare you ! ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎The squirrel scolded from her perch upon a straight branch,  ❝ You should be ashamed ! ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎Her tail whipped like a lick of flame.

❝ You will surely lead Him to us ! ❞ ‏‏‎ ‎ The fox yipped,  his body taught with contempt.

Apprehensively,  like a young beech in the wind,  a canine with a messy cedar coat stood before them,  receiving their cruelty directly without so much as a lip-curl in retort.  ‏‏‎ ‎It seemed this stranger had barely stepped paw within the wood before immediately becoming a victim of association.  ‏‏‎ ‎Humans simply meant death for any creature in this forest,  and any creature guilty of serving Man was fated to be cast out, cursed by the forest-folk whom have always hated and despised Him.

❝ What is going on here ? ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart marched forth,  snow gently crunching underhoof. She simply demanded from anyone willing to speak, though when the other forest-folk ignored her, she looked to the stranger directly for an answer.

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@autumnfrolic.

[nebula-drcams]

@allnostalgic Cont. from Here.

   She didn't really last long in that party honestly. Trying to be as polite as she could, she talked to whoever approached her, but at some point she couldn't do it anymore and slipped out. The night air was definitely more welcome than the heat that came with the crowd of the villagers.

   Fingers tapping against her own can, she almost doesn't register he's there at first, but the audible sigh is the one thing that makes her look up. For a moment, she's worried that excited chatter would start up, but lets out her own sigh of relief when it seems like he also prefers the quiet. 

   Now was the question of how to make things a little .. less awkward. 

" .. Evenin'. "

   She felt bad just sort of standing there in silence for so long, he was the one person she really sort of struggled to find a reason to talk to. Not because of any real reason other than the fact he never seemed to want to be bothered, not that she can blame him seeing as she can be like that sometimes. Very seldom does she leave the farm anyway unless her and her brother need supplies.

" It's uh .. certainly lively in there, isn't it? I thought I'd be the only one out here tonight .. Shane .. right? "

   If anything, with how small the town is, she would've heard his name from someone else, considering she doesn't recall asking him directly. Something she should probably apologize for if he points it out.

[starsweepers]

@storybounded && @allnostalgic

        HER BREATH CAUGHT IN HER THROAT upon her gaze gleaning over the splotch of red. or... reddish. it had dried, clearly, no longer fresh, but it was evident against the landscape. the crater behind her was ANOTHER scar upon the earth, one that tom was knelt down within, looking for anything that might serve as a clue. it was carl who had located it, but it was her and tom who searched it.

                        they didn't know m u c h, but sonic had ultimately affirmed to them that this other... this shadow wasn't an enemy. he was simply... lost. and from what tiny bits of information she knew, the woman could understand why. what she didn't quite get yet was the why why. the reasoning behind his actions. for nearly destroying the earth... only to s a v e it. all she knew now was he needed help.

          "tom... there's blood. it's a trail, we should get my bags-"

[stcries]

“hey hey, don’t worry about it. nobody gets it right on their first try!” the white quilled hedgehog quickly perks up from his position on the ground, having narrowly missed the projectile flying over his head. never had he imagined finding someone so alike himself, but even if their abilities were the same, someone was a bit more experienced to say the least. no matter, silver was happy to offer his assistance, i mean, when else would he get such an opportunity again?

“here, have another go,” he retorts, that familiar turquoise glow returning to his hands as he retrieves the thrown object from afar. “we’ll do this as many times as you need, i don’t mind, really.”

↳  @allnostalgic. plotted starter.

[nerditudes]

@allnostalgic requested

"This is called a latte. I'm not sure if they had them fifty years ago-- or if you were ever allowed to try one but here. It's a simple caramel latte." He saved the steamed Austrian goat milk for a special someone.

[normallish]

@allnostalgic → KNUCKLES to RIVET!

Zurkie's was a lively galactic hotspot, and the echidna warrior had been drawn to it by word of mouth. He'd heard rumors that it was a hub for travelers across galaxies, and Knuckles arrived in hopes of finding a lead on the Master Emerald. With so many different species gathering in one place, it seemed like the perfect spot to gather intel. But right now... he was distracted.

Knuckles leaned forward, fists resting on the edge of the viewing window as the battle below raged on. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his usual stoicism giving way to a genuinely enthused grin. Glancing at the alien beside him—a gray creature with large ears and a striped tail—he spoke excitedly.

"This place is incredible! I almost want to join them! Is it always this exciting here, or did I come at the best time?"

[hifimuses]

@allnostalgic asked: / Mistletoe Meme (accepting)

🌿 / surprise me~

@ your Judy to my Wolf

"Well, Well..I'll be a monkey's uncle look who is caught under the mistletoe with little ol' me! I guess that's what I get for getting arrested during the holidays." Wolf said with a sly grin

It was only more funny to him since Judy was the one who arrested him. The department just really wanted to screw with her and other officers it seemed, with mistletoe all over.

He held up the small bunny officer by catching her off guard and tossing his handcuffed hands up, which she still held onto, causing them to meet face to face. "You know, cancel my one phone call." He said sneaking a kiss on her lips. That was both carnivorous in nature, wanting to show how much he actually wanted her but also affectionate so its not wasted that it wasn't just to waste her time. "I'll trade the call for one of those any day." He laid her down softly. "Alright, now that our festive ordeals are settled, what were you saying?"

[jazzborn]

❄️ / from nick!

𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

❄️: for our muses to get stuck inside during a snow storm

"Wow.... It ain't lettin' up is it?" Peg observed as she stared through the window, or more so AT it. It was practically frosted over with heavy layers of white piling beneath it. "I ain't seen somethin' like this in a long time... Makes ya feel lucky ya inside, don't it?"

She tugged the blanket around herself further and floated over to the couch, flopping down onto and across Nick's lap with a cheeky grin and hooked one leg over the other as she casually looked up to him.

"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while, Red... What EVER will we do ta keep warm?"

[westrelics]

-- cont. from here!

     Occasionally, he trekked back that way to recollect some thoughts.  At the very least, the view was worth the trip.  Arthur didn’t live far from that spot -- remaining in the mountains in a solemn living.  With how sick he had been and all the trouble he is in, it was truly the only choice he had after the gang fell apart.  After he helped John get out of that mess.  After Dutch had left him behind.      Dutch... a man’s name that he thought of often, but was now staring at the back silhouette of unexpectedly.  Arthur had been alone for so long, with only the occasional traveler he bypassed for any sort of reminder of human life, that seeing someone else-- let alone Dutch of all people --was enough to stun him into a silent freeze.  Contemplating.  A feeling of anger began to shroud that initial surprise, but his body rejected it almost -- like it was too tired to hold grudges now.  Arthur didn’t know if he had it in him to confront the other, but it’s not like he could just pretend he didn’t notice Dutch at the cliff-side.      A subtle clear of his throat as he wets his lips, preparing to speak.  Voice was cracked as he spoke out to be heard,  ❝ You won’t have to look long. ❞      Hazel eyes steadily stare as he takes in the sight of the old friend -- a man he had given his life to once.  It’s here Arthur knows Dutch will look at him and see him as nearly unrecognizable, with an untidy beard and tousled hair that has become overgrown.  The scout’s jacket he wore did little to keep him warm up here, but it was all he really had aside from hide blankets he had crafted back at his cabin.  All absent thoughts that mattered little.

     ❝ Dutch, ❞  he adds-- as a way to greet.  Arthur didn’t exactly seem happy to see him and held a cautious ground.

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         The voice behind him strikes him like a knife in the chest. Sorrow and fury surge through him in equal measure as he looks back, over his shoulder, at a shell of a man. So far removed from the wild, bold, fiery delinquent Dutch had known for twenty years or more, he just seemed tired. Exhausted beyond what words could ever convey, with hair he'd clearly done little to care for.

         Images and voices flash by in Dutch's mind. He can almost hear Grimshaw telling Arthur to shave that 'dead rodent' off his face. As ever...ghosts who won't leave him, continuing to haunt his every waking moment. His mind hadn't been right since Blackwater, and he knew it. Deep down, he always knew -- but his stubborn pride and desperation wouldn't allow him to give light to it. He had to be right. he had to have a plan, had to keep it together so he could get everyone out alive.

         Hosea had been right. Arthur had been right. So many needless deaths, all suddenly brought back to the forefront of his mind upon setting eyes once more on one of the precious few people he could say, truthfully, that he would have done anything for at one time. But the worst was how suddenly, despite it being broad daylight...he could feel it again.

         The chill of the wind. The gloom, darkness through the fog. The dew building on his skin, on the hairs of his arms. The nausea that crept up in his gut as he'd watched Arthur writhe on the ground, pleading one final time for him to SEE REASON. And he'd turned his back on him AGAIN. Just as it had that night, when he'd climbed the hill - his emotions, his guilt, get the better of him. Tears form in his eyes, but he refuses to allow them to fall. He refuses to cry in front of Arthur, as if HE is the victim in all this, when he knows damn well the opposite is true.

         "Arthur?" As he rises to his feet, his voice cracks, hard, harder than usual. High-pitched, as if he was looking at a ghost. The echoes in his mind, the voices, are hard to ignore. Especially being as most of them are Arthur, chastising him for his myriad of decisions made in exceptionally poor judgment. "I... I, cannot... Nothing I could say, could ever..." He stumbles over his words. Long gone is the eloquence for which Dutch had been known; the way he could string words together to manipulate and coerce was a skill lost to him now. It was too hard to think. He couldn't keep his thoughts together well enough anymore, and it felt as though it was only getting worse.

         "I am...sorry, Arthur. I know -- I know. It... It doesn't mean much, now. Not, after..." The memory of Molly flashes in his mind. The blood. Oh, there had been so much blood. He cringes at the memory, sure his unstable behaviors aren't making him seem any more trustworthy to Arthur than he had been that night. "You-- you were right. You, and Hosea, and... Micah." He all but snarls as he speaks the name, eyebrows narrowing. His blood boils every time he even thinks about Micah, now. Like hot magma flowing through his heart.

         "My, my mind...has not been right, for a long time, now. I... I don't even know for sure you're here. Could be, my mind, just...playin' tricks on me again. If it is... It has been wonderful seeing you, son. But-- but if-- if you're, here, then... I have failed you more than I could ever have conceived." Finally, Dutch's shoulders sag, and he turns his gaze to the ground. He was broken. But here, in this moment, a little of who he had once been emerged again. A ghost of a man who no longer existed, and the shell desperately clawing at that lost soul, giving all it has to cling to a memory.

@allnostalgic!

[spookymulti]

"Kiara." Simba's voice softened in the way it only would for his dear daughter. He pressed his head to hers in greeting. "How was your honeymoon with Kovu at the Oasis?"

@allnostalgic

[universalcarnival]

@allnostalgic gets a Rarity because I said so

One could say that the gasp that Rarity just let out upon seeing Tempest could be heard throughout Canterlot, or even Equestria for that matter. The fact is however, Rarity wasted no time in greeting their friend... in the suit that she made them.

— " Oh my stars, Tempest?? You're here, and you're wearing my suit?? "

She couldn't help but let out a giddy laugh, quickly closing the distance between the two and greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, overcome with emotions on seeing her in it again. Her excitement matches that of Pinkie, trotting in place having to get all that energy out somehow.

— " I told you it'd look positively divine on you, darling. I'm glad you could come to your senses. Now, what's the occasion? I must know. "

[sillymuses]

@allnostalgic

"What....is going on right now?" It feels like she's just walked right into a fever dream. None of what she's seeing can be real, right? "Is this normal?"