#◜✰ ◞ ‣ 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐗. — carried by the wind. ❜

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if i punch you will rings come out

     "Only one way to find out, right? Though you’ll have to get close enough first.” In other words: I’m the fastest thing alive, good luck.

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@badnikbreaker​​: "Sonic!"  The hedgehog's voice rings out, cheerful and excited and impossible to miss — she speeds to his side and skids to a stop, kicking up snow as she does.  Amy's typical sweet cheerfulness is through the roof; clearly, she's excited!!  About seeing him, and about the carefully - wrapped boxes between their mittened hands.  "I wanted to get this to you soon, juuust in case you ended up traveling someplace before Christmas was done!  So — here!"  They hold out the box, cheeks flushed with cold and affection both, smile huge, rocking on their heels.  

Inside is — well, there's quite a bit.  One box is trinkets and sweets, small : homemade cookies, of course.  Homemade chocolates, too.  A few photos, to add to an older gift.  But what has Amy so excited is something else — the other, larger box.

This one is trinkets; some of it's clothes, as if he ever wears them.  More of it is pieces of memories, though.  She's heard Sonic talk, animated and more chatty than he ever is otherwise, about his travels, geography, places he's been and wants to be.  A jacket from Green Hill, the characteristic checkerboard pattern.   A small stone, rough in the way only what once was lava can be, from West Side Island.  A postcard from Soleanna.  Pressed flowers, dried but kept safe, from Kronos Island.  A baseball she'd bought from Station Square with the city's silhouette on the front — and a special, Amy - sewn heart on the back.

A necklace, made from stones from Quartz Quadrent zone in Little Planet, carved and smoothed in a careful heart.  They'd exchanged feelings before names, after all; that moment will always live on in their heart.

And more.  It's...a bit much, they're aware, even by Amy's standards.  But it had seemed right!  Some of the places Sonic has been have been frightening or dangerous, but they're all a part of him and his story — and Amy loves every bit.  They know Sonic does, too.

"You don't have to open them now!  Actually, there's a lot — it might be better to wait until you're home.  But, well — Merry Christmas, Sonic!"  Their smile goes, somehow, sweeter.  "I love you!"

     Sonic can’t be surprised when she arrives unnannounced — her ability to find him, anywhere, is an anomaly he’s long since accepted. And it’s funny, that something he once found bothersome (it was… difficult back then to appreciate the company of others) is now a source of amusement. Comfort.

    “Woah, slow down!” He’s smiling, ready to catch a box or two in the event of them falling. This is how she usually greets him; bubbly and eager, so there’s nothing particularly interesting about it… what is, however, are the presents being offered to him. ‘Shoot,’ he thinks. ‘Christmas.’ It’d snuck up on him, much like everything else since they’d left the island.

    And there’s a part of him (such a small part) that wishes the world could just… wait. Perhaps selfishly. Uncharacteristically. Sonic isn’t one for regrets, but his friends are here, making time, while he’s losing it, and — they smile at him, kind as always. He pushes the thought aside.

     Well… what’s done is done, and he should enjoy this moment instead of lingering on the ones he’s forgotten.

    “This is all for me?” He slides a thumb underneath the lid of the top box to peek inside, and is immediately greeted by the smell of sweetness. An Amy Rose speciality, no doubt; his nose twitches with delight. “Heh… leave it to you.” To make him feel loved.

    Per their suggestion, the larger box would have to wait. He doesn’t want to risk anything being damaged by the snow (a convenient way to save himself some embarrassment). And holding such a display of affection in his hands, with nothing to give in return, he feels a touch of guilt alongside gratitude. Maybe there is something he can give them. Nothing like baked goods or pressed flowers, but….

    It’s quick. The blink of an eye to anyone that isn’t them, but Amy can feel it. A closeness, a warmth, right against the side of her muzzle. A kiss. It’s chaste and tender, the first time he’s ever had his lips on her cheek, and he follows with a soft voice: “Merry Christmas, Amy.”

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Did you have to train and practice to master your speed or did it happen naturally?

     “A skill that doesn’t require practice..?” Sonic hums. “Heh, that would be awesome! While it’s true that my speed is natural, efficiency is something I had to learn... but if you’re imagining a movie montage where the hero has to train, it was nothing like that.”

     “I just found a way to run and went with it! Over and over again, ‘cause I enjoyed the feeling. By doing that, every journey turned into an adventure — and if you’ve been on as many adventures as I have, you’d probably be good at running too!”

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Eggman is probably up to no good after Frontiers... will you keep an eye on him Sonic?

     "Isn’t he always?” Someone sounds annoyed. Guess you caught him in the middle of a nap or something — don’t worry, he’ll get over it.

     “I don’t care.”

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Whisper waves Sonic over, and places a gift in his hand. It’s a new set of guitar strings, for that guitar she always sees hanging out in Tails’ workshop- and a small bag of picks.

     And what excellent timing — her blue friend was just about to run off! It’s difficult to say where; no one ever really knows when it comes to Sonic, but thankfully, he’d caught sight of the wolf in his periphery before leaving.

     “Hey, Whisper!” He jogs over with a big smile, one that says ‘I’m happy to see you’. “What’s up?” Just as expected, she wastes no time getting to the point (a style he can appreciate). The gift is small, sat perfectly in his palm, and a near bashful sense of surprise keeps him from immediately opening it.

     When he finally does, that smile is much wider. “... How’d you know I play?” He asks. With everything that’s happened, even he’d forgotten about his guitar lately. Finding time was hard.

     But there was no time like the present. Sonic holds up a finger — ‘one second’ — before disappearing. Only a few moments pass before he’s returned, guitar in hands! With the strap secured around his shoulder, he grins and proudly shows off one of the picks Whisper gifted him.

                 “Any requests?”

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❝ –  enough of those rings of yours and i'm sure rodin could prepare you something.  he's always open for new clients. ❞  she winks.

     “That so?” He’s currently spinning one of those rings on a finger, taking Bayonetta’s words into consideration. “No disrepect to Rodin, but I ain’t the weapon type of ‘hog! I’m better off with my own two feet than any gun.” Hm... unless...

     “Second thought — think he could do a talking sword?”

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💭 for amy, ava, and sonia!

◜A THOUGHT MY MUSE HAS HAD ABOUT YOURS / ACCEPTING !

. . . for amy;

     “I swear they get stronger every time, yeesh..! Best hugs around, but man, are my bones sore from all that squeezin’.”

. . . for ava;

     “I wish I’d stopped him sooner. Back in the city, before all of this got worse. Maybe then you wouldn’t have felt so... trapped... You better be okay.”

. . . for sonia;

     “Staring again... something must be buggin’ her real bad.”

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💭

◜A THOUGHT MY MUSE HAS HAD ABOUT YOURS / ACCEPTING !

“Hey! Is that...?!”

“Sonic!”  

     "No... No way. This can’t be real. He can’t be real, ‘cause I saw him... I was there when — this is wrong. This is wrong.”

“. . . Seems like stubbornness is a saving grace for both of us.”

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💭

◜A THOUGHT MY MUSE HAS HAD ABOUT YOURS / ACCEPTING !

     “. . . Asleep at his desk again. Heh, he doesn’t know when to quit — guess we got that in common. I’ll grab that blanket off the couch.”

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◜✮ @badnikbreaker​ says:

"'M sorry," the piko hammer heroine mutters — conscious again, if only for a moment. After everything with Knuckles, she must have passed out; she's too exhausted to be embarrassed, barely coherent and sure she won't remember this later. But she knows what it feels like to be held by Sonic, maybe more than she knows anything else. 

They snuggle closer, not bothering to wonder where they're going, sleep dragging them back to unconsciousness. As they pass back out, they mutter, "I — caused you trouble again..."

     Though incoherent, their fleeting moment of consciousness would find them in a place that’s familiar, one not inclusive of Sonic’s arms — her own home.

     He’s been on autopilot for the better part of the last half an hour, unable to think of anything other than what’s been instructed of him: help Amy. Not that he needs to be told something like that, especially when she’d hit the floor in front of them both (what a horrible sight), but the desperation in Knuckles’ plea had overshadowed everything else. ‘Just give me a minute’ is what he’d begged, and Sonic held a stiff lip as he granted that request.

     Amy’s apology comes right as he’s about to lay her down to rest, causing him to pause mid-action. Hovering awkwardly in front of their bed, he just… listens to them speak, taking in how candidly they air out their regrets — always so sincere, even with exhaustion tugging on every bone in her body. Sonic holds tighter and makes a decision.

     Choosing not to respond, he cautiously sets Amy down onto the bed and makes sure she’s in a comfortable position. Only a few moments later, accompanied by the sound of shuffling sheets and a deep sigh, does he secure a spot beside them.

     One hand comes to guide her head over to his shoulder, the other resting comfortably on his own chest. Sonic stares up at the ceiling, eyes heavy with fatigue, trying to find comfort in the warm presence now nestled against him. “… You’re okay,” he whispers. Whether or not it’s said for Amy is unclear.

     … Regardless, this is something they’ve both needed, and the unfortunate reality of it having been days since he’s last slept wins out in the end. A moment of peace and quiet... his head slowly lolls to one side as his eyes close shut, cheek squished atop Amy’s head as he drifts off.

     He falls asleep to the sound of her breathing, and his own chest finally feels a bit lighter.

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◜✮ @robotnikium​​​ says: 

My admirable adversary,

In all our years of battle and in all the times I've spelled out my utopia to you, I've come to realize the horrific nature of my actions. I haven't treated you fairly, and have only come to hurt you in all your attempts to bring good into the world, and to me. I must apologize that it took me so long to see the light.

Though it may be difficult for you to accept, I have come to the conclusion that some of us are simply "built different". It was wrong of me to assume that your tiny, rodent brain would be able to comprehend my intellect and I am sorry that you have no choice but to live like that.

I cannot imagine the horrors of yielding such a feeble mind along with the inability to envision the bright future ahead, and so I shall make the steps needed to accommodate you. Beginning now.

You are dumb. That is OK. 

Your kind friend, Eggman.

       . . . Well, props where props are due: at least this one’s an actual, hand written letter and not a bomb. The bar is on the floor, and that’s fine, because it’s promptly crumpled up and tossed over his shoulder.

                                               "Never change, Doc.”

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Hey OP, just wanted to say that your writing is amazing and i hope you have a lovely day! <3 Any tips for a struggling writer/roleplayer?

FIRST OFF: This has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to reply?! It got gently buried in the depths of my drafts... but I really do appreciate the sentiment so much, and thank you for the kind words! ♡

The best ‘advice’ I can really give is to just get out there and do what makes you happy! Writing (at least for me) is all about inspiration, so if you have an interest in a particular thing, series, or character, just run with that and have fun. Roleplaying is all about fun at the end of the day — the reason I’ve stuck with Sonic for as long as I have is because not only is he my favorite character in... anything ever, really, but he’s also a joy to explore in writing. Silly little man.

In regards to the more technical aspect, if you mean reaching out and getting your blog off the ground (if you write on tumblr), don’t be afraid to toss a bone to other writers you may enjoy! Or if you’re too nervous to plot and such one on one, do some dash commentary, or an open starter. Dash memes! Stuff like that... it’s gud for generating activity, whether you want something heavy or light.

Last thought on the whole struggling thing, but when my brain juices are depleted and I just can’t form a coherent sentence to save my life, I usually put on some lofi or even like... Ambient Instrumental Inspiring Music Royalty Free For Writers on youtube LOL. Background noise (especially if it’s thematic or whatever) helps, but I can’t do lyrics, so I settle for this type of beat! I use calmlywriter as well, it helps me focus a lot! 

Thanks again for the ask, and good luck writing. <3

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