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((From mod of @silver---linings ))

ausgdhshs thank you !!

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

ausgdhsh thank you !!

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

(i'm exploding you /silly)

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

(fjskdhdsjjd thank you !!!)

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A bit of both

People either cling to you or curse your name. There’s nothing in between—never has been. You walk into a room, and the air shifts, like it knows something the rest of them don’t. Eyes follow you, sometimes in awe, sometimes with something sharper. You don’t ask for it. You don’t need to. You just exist the way stars exist—noticed, even when hidden. The love you get, it's the kind that sticks to skin. People want to be near you, even if they don't understand why. Especially then. It's effortless. Natural. Dangerous. Not because of what you do, but because of what they feel standing next to you. Small. Seen. Outdone. And the ones who hate you—let’s be honest—want what you have, want who you are. They think they could do it better, shine harder, speak louder, be more. But deep down, in that private place no one admits to, they know they couldn’t. Not really. That’s what burns. That’s the bitter seed they water with jealousy and call justice. You didn’t ask for the spotlight. It just fell on you. Like fate. Like punishment. Some people wear crowns. You wear attention. It’s not always comfortable, but you don’t flinch. Is it fair? Of course not. Nothing brilliant ever is. You didn’t make the world this way. You just learned how to stand in it—loved, hated, envied—and never bow.

Open tags!

Are You Hard to Love

Yes, you're overly-obsessed

You have a gift, or maybe it’s a curse—you see people not as they are, but as they could be. You polish the rusted edges, patch over the cracks with gold in your mind. Flaws become quirks. Mistakes become moments. You rewrite their stories with gentler endings. You see wreckage and call it rare. You turn every shattered piece into something worth saving. You think the best of them, always. No matter what they say. No matter what they do. Even when they forget you. Even when they don’t deserve the pedestal you build beneath their feet, you still hold it steady, worshipful and unwavering. Loyalty isn't something you offer—it’s something you are. You give without limit. You stay when others would run. You forgive before apologies even arrive. And you do too much. You love too hard. You bend until you're unrecognizable, all in the name of closeness. You carry their burdens without being asked, offer your light when they haven’t earned your warmth. It’s overwhelming. It’s relentless. It’s terrifying. You scare them away. Because people aren't used to being seen like that. They're not used to being held so tightly by someone who never doubts, never questions, never flinches. Your love doesn’t leave space to hide. And some people aren’t ready for that. Some people mistake devotion for demand. They think your faith in them is pressure. They feel exposed by your belief. You see them as holy. But they are not gods. They're human—confused, inconsistent, tired. And no human can survive being deified. Not for long. They will falter. They will fall short of the portrait you've painted of them. And when they do, it won't just hurt you—it’ll undo something inside them, too. Because deep down, they know they’re not as good as you think they are. They can't be. And they wonder when you’ll realize that. They wonder what happens when the illusion fades, when you finally see them without all the light you wrapped around them. Will you still stay? Will you still care? They don't believe you will—not really. But you would. That’s the tragedy. You already know they’re human. You just love them anyway. Fiercely. Fully. Recklessly. And maybe, just maybe, that kind of love isn’t wrong—but it needs somewhere to land that won’t shatter under its weight. Because not everyone can hold what you give. Not everyone wants to. Only something eternal could survive that kind of devotion. Only something divine. And you keep offering it to mortals. That’s why they leave. Not because you’re too much—but because they know they can never be enough for what you

Taken from @theultimateshadow

Tagging: @ur-fav-blue-blur69 @set-it-all-ablaze @silver---linings @the-devoted-ninja @cream-speedy-rabbit

@littlemiss-mariarobotnik @spaceship-travels-universes and @wills-prophecies

Plus anyone who wants to join!

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them <3

blazamy dood

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And it was all yellowwww

*turns blaze yellow*

"And this is supposed to accomplish... what, exactly?"

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[Places Statue Amy from the tank in the Therapist(nicknaming her Mousellor)'s desk] you might have to wait until she gets brought back to life to give her therapy. which is like a whole year from now but she needs it.

"...Who the fuck just said that. What is happening??"

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Blaze may I ask you to set fire to a specific something

Like a Chick-fil-A for example

"...I don't know what that is, but no. I don't just set fire to anything."

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Locks the door

I'm not letting you out until you talk to the therapist about your issues with your parents

"Here, this should pay for the damages. I apologize for the inconvenience." "What does that mean-"

"...My wall..."

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So ummm hey sonic blogs want pride icons

Just give me your hcs for your character and I’ll make an edit to use as a profile picture!!

here’s an example I made for @set-it-all-ablaze

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Can I just like

*turn blaze's clothes yellow and gold*

"...I'm not sure what this was meant to accomplish."

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Hedgy-Blazy >v<

~ @ur-fav-blue-blur69

"Well... You're not wrong?"

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Picks up another -inator and zaps Blaze's parents with it

Blaze's parents are now tiny hamsters (not mobian)

(i think i actually have to say "nuh uh" to this ask because..... you just destroyed the sol empire..)

(in the timeline where this happens, the government would be taken over by a certain someone and everything would go to shit. blaze dies in this timeline, so uh, i prrrobably shouldn't do it..)

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I think anons should turn Blaze's parents into something inconvenient next ti- KABOOOOOM -preferably conserving their minds and consciences, like maybe Chao, since the mermaid month is over already

Wait, why AM I BLASTING OFF TEAM ROCKET STYLE?!

"...They won't be back for a while. What a stupid suggestion. Do they have any idea the destruction that would happen if the Empress and Emperor were unable to fulfill their roles?"

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Picks Blaze up

Carries her to a therapy place

Leaves her there with the therapist

"Whhhat the fuck is that the princess what is going on-" "I'm leaving."

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Blaze

Your mom kinda sucks

It seems her main interest in regard to you is finishing work and not your physical or emotional well-being

Before you try to defend your mother answer me this

If one of your friends was constantly swapping around physically, would your immediate question be "Can you still work"

For example cream

If you gave cream a task and she was turned into a small merrabbit, would you immediately ask her "can you work" followed by "find out how to work"

"Last time I checked, Cream is a child and not a princess. She does not have a job to do. The Empress has more on her mind than just me. My work is of the utmost importance, especially considering... recent... events..."

"A-Anyways, of course my mother worries more about my tasks. The entire Empire relies on my family to function. If I am unable to do my work, then the consequences would be catastrophic."